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Jul. 29th, 2008 06:12 pma few thoughts on last night's House ep, "It's a Wonderful Lie".
1. my friend saw my facial expression when Hugh was singing and said it looked like I was going to have an orgasm
2. ever notice whenever they have a hooker on the show she's always cute, dressed very tastefully and has nice manners? if I ever meet David Shore I'm taking him to this neighborhood about six blocks from mine to give him some reality.
3. I'm Dreaming Of A White Chocolate Christmas (or, the scene that should have been in that ep)
(Wilson is in his office, drinking coffee at his desk. House walks in carrying a cookie container.)
House: Want something to go with that coffee?
Wilson: What kind of cookies you got there?
House: Coconut macadamia white chocolate chip. They're homemade too.
Wilson; (taking one and eating it) Hey, these are really good! (gives House the fishy eye, wondering why he's being so generous all of a sudden)
HALF AN HOUR LATER
(Wilson is still at his desk and has eaten two more cookies. House is watching him as if he were studying him.)
Wilson: House, what the hell is going on? Where'd you get these cookies anyway, I know you don't bake!
House: Well, you seem to be OK, I think I can have them.
Wilson: Did you just use me as your food taster?! I don't believe this!
House: Hey, they were sent to me without a note or anything, I'm not the most popular guy in the hospital so I wanted to make sure nobody put laxatives or something in there!
Wilson: What are you, royalty?! Why didn't you just give a piece of cookie to your damn rat?
House: (mock outrage) I couldn't do that to Steve! (taking bite out of cookie) Mmmmmmmmmm(looks rapturous) God dammity damn, I'm gonna shoot off in my Levi's, I wanna know who sent me these! Along with the other stuff.
Wilson: (really not happy about being part of House's experiment) What other stuff, do you want me to check for booby traps?
House: I don't think you can booby trap DVD's. Someone gave me that blues special that was on PBS a couple of years ago that Martin Scorsese produced, and this weird looking sculpture made out of old medical tools and textbooks that I had to look at for a minute before I figured out it was a shelf. (smiles) Actually, it was pretty cool. They were all in the same package.
Wilson: Get out of here, I'm not your damn guinea pig!
House: OK, I'm going, plenty more cookies where these came from (leaves, muttering) Fuck me without lube, will ya?
1. my friend saw my facial expression when Hugh was singing and said it looked like I was going to have an orgasm
2. ever notice whenever they have a hooker on the show she's always cute, dressed very tastefully and has nice manners? if I ever meet David Shore I'm taking him to this neighborhood about six blocks from mine to give him some reality.
3. I'm Dreaming Of A White Chocolate Christmas (or, the scene that should have been in that ep)
(Wilson is in his office, drinking coffee at his desk. House walks in carrying a cookie container.)
House: Want something to go with that coffee?
Wilson: What kind of cookies you got there?
House: Coconut macadamia white chocolate chip. They're homemade too.
Wilson; (taking one and eating it) Hey, these are really good! (gives House the fishy eye, wondering why he's being so generous all of a sudden)
HALF AN HOUR LATER
(Wilson is still at his desk and has eaten two more cookies. House is watching him as if he were studying him.)
Wilson: House, what the hell is going on? Where'd you get these cookies anyway, I know you don't bake!
House: Well, you seem to be OK, I think I can have them.
Wilson: Did you just use me as your food taster?! I don't believe this!
House: Hey, they were sent to me without a note or anything, I'm not the most popular guy in the hospital so I wanted to make sure nobody put laxatives or something in there!
Wilson: What are you, royalty?! Why didn't you just give a piece of cookie to your damn rat?
House: (mock outrage) I couldn't do that to Steve! (taking bite out of cookie) Mmmmmmmmmm(looks rapturous) God dammity damn, I'm gonna shoot off in my Levi's, I wanna know who sent me these! Along with the other stuff.
Wilson: (really not happy about being part of House's experiment) What other stuff, do you want me to check for booby traps?
House: I don't think you can booby trap DVD's. Someone gave me that blues special that was on PBS a couple of years ago that Martin Scorsese produced, and this weird looking sculpture made out of old medical tools and textbooks that I had to look at for a minute before I figured out it was a shelf. (smiles) Actually, it was pretty cool. They were all in the same package.
Wilson: Get out of here, I'm not your damn guinea pig!
House: OK, I'm going, plenty more cookies where these came from (leaves, muttering) Fuck me without lube, will ya?
