House M.D. 7x12

You Must Remember This

Season 7, Episode 12

& Chase: How’d you fail it? You spend half your life in the lab.
    Taub: I was recovering from the flu. I’m retaking it next week. It’s not an issue.
    House: Normally, I’d let Darwinism run its course. But Cuddy’s in a big tizzy* about her poster boy getting canned. So how are we gonna get the short guy off the short bus?
    Martha: What about a tutor?
    Taub: I don’t need a tutor.
    House: Tutor it is. Choose your poison. Chase, if you prefer pounding Aussie beers and commiserating* over the suckiness of divorce. Masters, if you want nervous energy, flash cards, and obnoxious pieces of arcane trivia. Foreman, if you need to be berated* by a humorless hard-ass.
    Taub: Foreman.
    House: Interesting. You must be more worried than you look.


& House: Who’s Sarah?


& House: I don’t think you appreciate the severity of your situation. You are rapidly approaching an end-stage male spinster-ism*. That cat, that diabetic cat that you’re shooting up with Insulin and buying dime bags of catnip for, that means you’ve given up on ever finding anyone.
    Wilson: Don’t you think you’re completely overreacting?
    House: If I’m completely overreacting, why’d you lie to me?
    Wilson: Um, because I knew you would completely overreact.


& House: Masters, when you finally blossom into a woman, would you ever sleep with a man who had a cat?
    Martha: Sure.
    House: Wrong, the answer is no. Slut*. Any of you ever had a cat?.. Any of you ever had sex?.. I think, as your people say, quod erat demonstrandum.


& House: You lied to me.
    Cuddy: No. I said I didn’t know anything about Wilson having a friend named Sarah. Under House rules, that is not a lie.

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& Patient: You think I was...
    Chase: Too hard on her? Well, we all hold our grudges*.
    Patient: It’s not a grudge. It’s common sense. It’s simple math. She’s hurt me more than she’s helped me. Most people edit their memories. They add small, little lies so they don’t have to face the truth. My memories remain the same. My truth never changes, because... My truth is the truth.


& House: Did the patient thank her sister?
    Chase: No. Not yet, at least.
    House: See if she will.
    Martha: What are you trying to find out?
    House: If she’s telling the truth. She claims she objectively sees reality. Weighing the good and bad in people. If that’s true, I don’t care how many times her sister borrowed her scrunchies* without asking, a free kidney ought to trump all the bad stuff.
    Martha: And if it doesn’t?
    House: That means she sucks, like the rest of us.


& Foreman: It’s not about the cheating. It’s about your confidence. You steal that test, and you’ll never get it back. {...} You’re a good doctor. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. You’re fast, you’re decisive, and you’re bold. And those are not the qualities of someone who needs to steal a test. There’s nothing on it that you don’t already know. You just need to know that you know it.
    Taub: Keep talking!!
    Foreman: We need you on the team. So we’re gonna sit here and take another practice test and we’re gonna keep taking them until you’ve kicked its ass! You can do this! You feel me?
  {...}
    Taub: I feel like we just buried a hooker in the desert.


& House: Too fat. Too thin. Too desperate. Not desperate enough. Come on, you can insult them too.
    Wilson: I’d rather not.
    House: If you objectify them now, you’ll feel more comfortable when you... Tie them to a table in your basement later. Or whatever.
    Wilson: ... Okay. Um... Too armpit fatty.


& Wilson: She said my coffee is not the only thing she’d like to put whipped cream on.
    House: Bartender! Champagne for everyone!


& House: Do you know if that... O.R. nurse that Wilson liked ever broke up with her boyfriend?
    Cuddy: I thought your Wilson fetish was over.
    House: I’m putting together a second string in case things don’t go well with the well-breasted barista.
    Cuddy: You’ve gotta let that guy alone.
    House: He’s not supposed to be alone.


& House: Remember me? Just kidding.


& Chase: Best-case scenario, you can live another 20 years.
    House: If it’s any solace, everybody dies alone... It probably isn’t.


& Patient: My memory... is the only thing that has ever made me special.
    Chase: Maybe so. But if you want to be special... You’re gonna have to be alone.


& House: So... I wanna hear all the dirty, dairy-specific details of your night with java the slut.
    Wilson: All right. First of all, all real. Second... A true connoisseur* of the dark arts of... I flaked. I walked her to her car and said good night. I will get back into it, I... you just need to give me a little more time.
    House: I’ll give you... ten days.

Wilco, How Fight loneliness (from Girl, Interrupted)


How to fight loneliness
Smile all the time
Shine your teeth to meaningless
And sharpen them with lies

And whatever is going down
Will you follow around
That's how you fight loneliness

You laugh at every joke
Drag your blanket blindly
Fill your heart with smoke

And the first thing that you want
Will be the last thing you'll ever need
That's how you fight it

Just smile all the time

--- Dict:
tizzy — волнение
commiserating = Express or feel sympathy or pity; sympathize.
berated — ругал
spinster — старая дева; незамужняя женщина
Slut — шлюха; потаскушка; развязная девчонка; лахудра; бикса
grudges — обиды
scrunchy — резинка для волос
connoisseur = a person who has a great deal of knowledge about the fine arts, or an expert judge in matters of taste.


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