Dr. Cuddy: House paged.
Nick: Whoa, I would do her in a minute with fudge and a cherry on top. Would someone please explain to this woman? There’s only so many apologies —
Dr. Thirteen: He has frontal lobe disinhibition.
Nick: [to Cuddy] I’ve already embarrasssed myself with one doctor, whom I am at this moment imagining, with you in a king-sized bed, with a mirror on the ceiling. I am so, so sorry. But if I couldn’t have both of you together, you would definitely be my first choice.
Dr. Cuddy: Where’s House?
Nick: It’s like trying not to think of an elephant. Not that you’re an elephant. Your breasts, in fact, are all homo sapiens —
Dr. Foreman: House isn’t here.
Dr. Cuddy: Oh, he wouldn’t have paged me if he couldn’t watch and enjoy the—
[Cuddy peers into the control room. The light in the control room goes on and we can see House sitting there]