"Jasper, hold still." "Stop squirming." "Hold still." "What did he do now?" "He got in another fight." "And I can't get his nose to stop bleeding." "You have to apply much more pressure than that." "You had to do this today." "I got office hours." "Supposed to have dinner with the Dean." "You just can't lash out whenever you get angry." "–He said I smell like a monkey." "–Well, you do." "You can't refuse to take a bath and then hit kids who tell you that you smell." "–Damn!" "–Don't you think we should call 911?" "This isn't his first nosebleed." "He'll be fine." "–Daddy!" "–Hey, Lucy-goosey." "I'm playing doctor." "So am I. Um, can you go back and play?" "–When was this fight?" "–Over ten minutes ago." "I feel dizzy." "–Maybe you should make that call." "–Okay." "–Daddy, look." "I can help." "–No... that's great, honey." "Can you just please leave Daddy alone?" "One of my kids is bleeding profusely from the nose." "Please hurry." "They're sending an ambulance." "Call them back." "He'll be fine." "How you feeling, bud?" "You lightheaded?" "–Lucy." "Oh my God." "Lucy, are you okay?" "Lucy, are you okay?" "Transcript: swsub. com Sync: jh26 QA:" "ΤΖΩΤΖΙΟΥ" "Oh, for God's sake." "Stop." "Don't move." "The way the soft..." "evening light catches your eyes." "The gentle caress of dusk on your hair as you turn around and leave my office without giving me that file." "–Restrictive Pericarditis." "–Boring." "–She's in Kindergarten." "–Less boring." "Or grandma's been held back a few years." "It's calcified and she's hypertensive." "–Better get her into surgery." "–She already is in surgery." "Tricky procedure." "Gonna take all night." "Sleep tight." "No congenital defects, no health problems." "But her heart is strangling itself." "–Fascinating." "Since the pathology on the pericardium won't be back until after they remove it." "Get started on her blood." "You can test for viral infections, bacteria..." "Round up the usual suspects." "Amyloidosis, Sarcoidosis, Hemochromatosis..." "Heck." "Go wild." "Do all the osises." "All taken care of." "Sleep tight." "This thing is already all around her heart." "If it gets into the muscle, she's dead." "Best bet is Coxsackie virus." "Parvovirus B-19, CMV..." "Bacterial infection's more likely to turn constrictive." "It could be TB." "Right." "Forgot about the part where she did time in a Russian gulag." "Her hematocrit's elevated." "A few extra red blood cells means nothing." "She's probably just dehydrated." "Yes, and I could assume three or four things to fit my theory too." "She's sick." "She obviously hasn't been drinking..." "Enough!" "I take it you two aren't sleeping together anymore?" "We do what House said." "We test for everything." "Good." "Then I can go home." "Since when does we not include you?" "Well, House is gonna call us idiots anyway." "Might as well be a well-rested idiot." "You guys are idiots." "Why?" "Because we stayed up all night doing exactly what you told us to do?" "No, because you stayed up all night doing exactly what I told you to do and have nothing to show for it." "–We eliminated dozens of wrong answers." "I asked you what two plus two equals." "And a day later, you tell me, not 25." "Pathology report just got filed." "Found granulomas in Lucy's pericardium." "Indicates a fungal infection." "Nice work." "He went home." "Work smart, not hard." "Find out which fungus." "Biopsy a lymph node." "Take "employee of the month" with you." "–I would rather Foreman..." "–I know." "–I don't want anymore shots." "–I don't want anymore shots." "Jasper." "Look at me, Goosey." "Squeeze my hand, okay?" "This will tell us why you're sick, so we can make you all better." "Where would she pick up a fungus?" "Anywhere moist." "Around a pool, locker room, public shower." "She doesn't have any gym or swim classes." "She doesn't even like to play with kids outside." "Haven't taken any trips?" "Gone anywhere new?" "It's been hard to get away..." "since their mom..." "My mom's dead." "I'm sorry." "Last year." "Brain cancer." "You're gonna stick that thing in her arm?" "Cool!" "The cool part is, your sister won't feel a thing." "Nice necklace." "–Thanks." "–You like videogames?" "Love them." "That should do it." "You okay?" "I want my bunny." "Are you being silly?" "I don't know which one to take." "What do you mean?" "What's happening?" "So what does the double vision tell us?" "Slit lamp revealed the eye's anterior chamber is swollen." "Uveitis." "Means it's not a post-op effect and it's not neurological." "It's not fungal either." "The lymph node biopsy was clean." "So we're back to square one." "One and a half." "We've eliminated two more conditions." "Yes." "Two plus two doesn't equal 12 or 16 either." "Vision issues plus screwy heart equals some type of auto-immune." "Lupus and Kawasaki's are the most common in a six-year-old." "Yeah, tough to find a six-year-old who doesn't have Lupus or Kawasaki's." "Did you look at her knees?" "Those knobby things in the middle of her legs." "Any scars or scabs?" "What does that have to do..." "Most six-year-olds hurt themselves a lot." "They crash their bikes, climb trees, bungee jump." "Dad said she doesn't like to run around outside." "–Because running around outside hurts." "–She didn't mention anything about..." "Most six-year-olds are not familiar with the phrase, "My joints feel inflamed."" "So two plus two equals..." "Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis." "We're checking her ANA to confirm and giving her steroids to fix her vision." "Some idiot gave me two tickets for a play tonight." "Saved his life." "Apparently worth $186." "Sorry, I had to take a leak." "Oh, I..." "I didn't know you were seeing a patient." "It's an exam room." "What did you think I was doing?" "What you usually do..." "hiding from Cuddy." "Be stupid to do it in here." "There's a patient in here." "–You been drinking more?" "–Uh, no, I..." "Guy's peeing all the time." "The play, interested?" "–Sure." "You want me to pick you up?" "–I'm not going." "–You said two tickets." "You thought this was a date?" "Any other symptoms?" "–My stomach hurts." "I have back pain and muscle aches." "I feel dizzy." "And I have trouble concentrating sometimes in class." "–I really should..." "–You want the tickets or not?" "–Why don't you wanna go with me?" "–It's a play." "Dudes only go to plays if they're dragged by women they're hoping to see naked." "So why are you giving them to me?" "Maybe there's someone you wanna see naked." "All right." "–Any fever?" "–No." "–Anything in your pee other than pee?" "–No." "–I'm gonna need a urine sample." "–No." "Yeah, that last one wasn't a question." "You might have diabetes." "–I can't pee in public." "–We have bathrooms." "I can't pee in public bathrooms." "Where can you pee?" "I only live a few miles from here." "I thought arthritis was for old people." "JRA's an autoimmune disease." "Her body's attacking itself, causing inflammation in the joints, her eyes, and her heart." "Is it treatable?" "It can be crippling." "But it can also go into complete remission." "Well, the good thing is we caught it early." "Gives her the best chance to have a positive outcome." "Don't get up, Goosey." "Your stitches." "She's having a stroke." "Stroke was caused by a clot in her middle cerebral artery." "Started her on TPA." "Should dissolve the clot and hopefully prevent brain damage." "But we won't know for sure until she regains consciousness." "Or she has another stroke." "Arthritis... heart disease." "Why can't this kid act her age?" "JRA doesn't affect the blood." "Means the clot's a symptom of something else." "It's a symptom of polycythemia." "She's fully hydrated." "Her blood's still thicker than pancake batter." "Thick blood explains the stroke." "Can also have cause an auto-immune response." "Which would explain the JRA kicking into gear." "But what explains the thick blood?" "Lack of oxygen forces the body to overproduce red cells." "–What explains the lack of oxygen?" "–Carbon monoxide fume, cigarette smoke." "–I doubt our patient's a smoker." "–Dad could be." "–He's not." "–He says he's not." "Don't make me turn the hose on you two." "Chase is right." "You two go check the house." "See if Dad's a closet Marlboro Man." "You're intentionally punishing us." "By making you do your job?" "It does seem kind of cruel, doesn't it?" "Take along a carbon monoxide detector to check for leaks." "And you, start her on hydroxyurea to control her red blood cell production." "Dig out a Merck manual, medieval edition, tell you how to drain a pint or two so she doesn't clot again." "Dr Cameron!" "I got you flowers." "For helping my sister." "–That's so sweet." "–Does your dad know you're down here?" "–Yes." "Congratulations on your bundle of joy." "Something you forgot to tell me?" "You should take these back to where you found them." "Okay." "Excuse me, can you make sure these flowers and this kid get back to where they belong?" "–Sure." "–Thanks." "Let's go." "Come on." "Wait." "So you're just draining blood from her?" "You're not testing it, you're not fixing it?" "Your daughter's vascular system is engorged with blood." "Draining some reduces the chances of another stroke." "We're also starting her on a drug that suppresses the production of red cells so we don't have to keep doing this." "Good chance she'll make a full recovery." "–She hasn't spoken yet." "–Give her time." "Uh, this is your boy?" "–Where have you been?" "–Exploring." "–See ya." "–Thank you." "You know, you just can't run off without telling me." "Okay." "Can I have two dollars?" "Oven's a long shot." "They'd smell the gas long before anyone got sick." "Yeah, right." "House loves it when we skip something 'cause it's a long shot." "Why'd you take the flower?" "Why'd you kiss him?" "–He did something sweet." "–He stole flowers." "He's eight." "You were trying to make me jealous." "Yeah, I want you to profess your love for me." "Oh, wait, you already did that." "And it caused me to end our relationship." "You're enabling a thief." "And a delinquent." "Letters from school." "Fights, detentions, a parent conference." "Oh, I know, I know." "The bad boy is hard to resist." "It's a crush." "It's harmless." "–It's never harmless." "–So I'm learning." "So this is us now?" "We snipe at each other?" "I'm not sniping, I'm looking for a vent." "Her room's directly above the garage." "There's all sorts of CO sources down there." "I found a vent." "I think there's something in it." "This isn't right." "You dumped me." "You don't get to be mad." "We had a really good thing." "You broke the rules." "I'm angry." "I'll get over it." "She's being abused." "A bloody T-shirt doesn't equal abuse." "Kids get hurt all the time." "That amount of blood?" "Oh, crap." "You two are agreeing again." "Father's overwhelmed." "Hectic job, his wife passed away last year." "He could easily be taking it out on the kids." "Or she had a nosebleed and grabbed a T-shirt." "She's so ashamed of a nosebleed she has to hide the evidence in a vent under her bed." "She's socially isolated, the brother's always in trouble." "It's classic signs." "But no physical signs." "No marks on her body." "No bruises at all." "What if it's sexual?" "We should call Social Services." "Well, this sucks." "Either it's abuse or it's not abuse." "Which means either it's a symptom or it's completely irrelevant." "Either way, we gotta waste half a day figuring out which." "Full physical exam." "Look for bruises we may have missed." "Check her mouth and do a vaginal exam." "We can't do a vaginal exam on a six-year-old without the dad's consent." "And if he's abusing her, he'll never say yes." "Never is just "reven" spelled backwards." "Have you been abusing your daughter?" "What?" "Why would you..." "We found this hidden in a vent under her bed." "I don't know anything about this." "Maybe she had a bloody nose." "–We need to examine her for abuse." "–You can't really think I..." "Maybe you, maybe the school bully, maybe the creepy neighbor." "I'm guessing you're not paying as much attention as you should be." "You even know where your son is right now?" "Yeah, he was here just..." "here a minute ago." "She isn't being abused." "Unfortunately, that answer doesn't help me." "If you have abused her, you're obviously gonna lie about it." "I'm not lying!" "We need to do a vaginal exam." "No, she may be dying, she still can't talk, and you're gonna waste your time with this?" "You consent, and we waste a few hours doing the exam, or you refuse and I call Social Services." "And they waste three days doing an investigation which ends with them doing the exam anyway." "I'm gonna look inside your mouth." "Open wide." "I need to look at your chest and your back next, okay?" "I know you can't talk so stop me if you get scared." "Before you came here, did anyone hurt you?" "Make you bleed?" "I need to look in your vagina now." "Do you understand?" "I'm a doctor, so it's okay, all right?" "Bend your knees, keep your ankles together." "And just let your knees fall to the side, okay?" "Oh, my God." "She has cuts all over her genital area." "Like slices." "Some are almost healed, but some are new." "–She could be doing it to herself." "–She's a little young to be cutting." "She's a little young for a stroke." "Depression accounts for the cuts." "Molestation accounts for the depression." "But do the cuts account for all that blood?" "They weren't deep enough." "So she's getting cut, but that's not the source of the blood?" "The other obvious source is forcible penetration." "Obvious source of the blood, not the cuts." "And there was no tearing." "There was no evidence at all." "So we have no explanation for the cuts or the blood." "Where is he?" "What if our original assumption was wrong?" "Meaning what?" "We found a T-shirt covered with blood hidden in the heating vent." "How do we know it's even hers?" "–Her dad identified it." "Not the shirt, the blood." "Are... are those the urine test results?" "–Yes." "–And... –I'm going to ask you for some blood." "–Why?" "To see if your answer will be, I can't bleed in public." "This wasn't your urine, was it?" "Why would I give you someone else's urine?" "The usual reason is because you're on steroids." "I'm not an athlete." "Second favorite reason is because you're on drugs." "–I'm not." "–I am." "Third favorite reason is, you have insurance, but your friend Eggs Benedict doesn't." "So Eggs describes a list of symptoms and you repeat them to a doctor." "Which is particularly stupid because this is a free clinic." "Need you." "Now." "My work here is done." "Am I okay?" "Is it diabetes?" "No, you're pregnant." "Six-year-old abuse victim and you haven't called Social Services?" "She might have been abused?" "That's horrifying." "Why are you wearing extra concealer under your eyes?" "The law is clear." "You suspect abuse, you call the authorities." "You don't proceed as usual while the possible abuser sits by her bedside." "Dad consented to the exam, which means it's not the dad." "How late were you out last night?" "It's always the dad." "And I don't have a curfew." "Panty hamster get a spin on its wheel?" "I went to a play." "House, you are going back to your office." "You are picking up your phone, calling Social Services, and you are reporting suspected abuse." "Do you understand?" "What play?" "You're trying to have sex with Cuddy." "Fries?" "You took her to a play." "You only take women to plays because..." "No, you only take women to plays for that reason." "That's your theory." "Okay, then why did you take her to a play?" "–She's a friend." "–A friend with a squish mitten." "It is possible to have a friend of the opposite sex." "Blasphemer!" "She's not a friend of the opposite sex, she's a different species." "She's an administrator." "She's gonna eat your head after she's done." "Yes, I slept with her." "–Seriously?" "–No." "Yes, you did." "Yes, I did." "–Seriously?" "–No." "You got a problem, House." "We just tested the blood on Lucy's T-shirt." "It's full of endometrial cells." "So it's not her blood." "We tested that too." "It is." "Your six-year-old patient?" "It's menstrual blood." "She's started puberty." "How can someone start puberty before they even start the first grade?" "She was in diapers two years ago." "For some reason, her body has too much sex hormone." "Caused her reproductive system to get confused." "Start operating prematurely." "We need to find out the source of the hormones and cut it off." "She's so young." "I haven't even... talked to her about sex." "I doubt she even knows what a period is." "Girls talk to their moms about that." "You're going to be okay, Goosey." "I love you." "I... want... juice." "She got her period and didn't know what it was." "She was scared and confused." "Her friend told her to put a T-shirt in her underwear." "When she started growing pubic hair, she snuck daddy's razor and tried to shave it off." "Apparently, forgot to sneak the shaving cream." "Tumors, most likely." "A pituitary adenoma would send her hormone level sky-high." "In Puerto Rico in the '70s, there was an epidemic of kids growing breasts because of estrogen in the poultry." "If it was in the food, it would be an epidemic." "We've got one kid." "She's six." "She's tiny." "She lives on chicken fingers and milk." "Dad doesn't look like the type to read labels." "He's probably buying stuff packed full of hormones." "Excellent argument." "It's a tumor." "There's all sorts of environmental sources: pesticides, soy products." "Some shampoos are basically a placenta in a bottle." "If the tumor's not in her brain, it's her reproductive tract." "Get an MRI." "–Can I at least— –Waste your time?" "Wouldn't recognize you if you didn't." "Frontal cortex is clean." "Moving caudally." "For the record, Cameron's the one who broke it off." "Not interested." "No masses in the hypothalamus." "I wanted more." "She didn't share my feelings." "–I feel like I'm in a similar position." "Pituitary's clean." "You're an idiot." "Either she's lying, or she's actually emotionally detached." "Which one sounds more like Cameron to you?" "Neither." "You have to choose one." "There's a bright spot on the left ovary." "Looks like a solid tumor." "They printed my letter." "You were right." "Of course I was." "What are we talking about?" "They printed my letter." "–Great." "You wanna see her naked." "No, no, no." "She wants to see me naked." "She sent me flowers." "She's just thanking you for the play." "See, some people feel an emotion called 'gratitude'..." "There's a card." "I suspected." "Explains how you knew who they were from." ""Let's do it again... soon." "XX, Lisa."" "X's are the kisses, right?" "No, I think they're the hugs." "The O's are the kisses." "No, no." "The X's are definitely the kisses." ""Soon" is its own sentence." "I gotta go!" "I'll miss you." "You were a good friend." "They printed my letter." "How was the play, Mrs Lincoln?" "–What's up with Wilson?" "–He's just a little freaked." "Why?" "I sent him flowers." "You're not supposed to be up here." "Is that other doctor your boyfriend?" "No." "Your dad's probably looking for you." "He's got enough to worry about right now." "Do you like him?" "He's a friend." "Do you 'like him' like him?" "We should get you back to your dad." "Let me put this down and I'll take you there." "I could be your boyfriend." "I... think that wouldn't be fair to the girls your own age." "–He seems like a tool." "–He's not." "And that's rude." "I'm taking you back to your father." "Mass is small... about a centimeter across." "Firing the biopsy needle." "–You nick an artery?" "–No." "She's in V-tach; no pulse." "Charging 50." "Clear!" "Arrhythmia must've been a reaction to the hydroxyurea." "We have to stop the drug therapy." "Bone marrow will just go back to overproducing blood cells." "She'll keep having strokes and we'll have to keep bleeding her... forever." "We resect the tumor, hormone levels go back to normal, her symptoms go away." "Great plan... except for the fact that her tumor's not a tumor." "It's a benign cyst." "If it's not a tumor, that just leaves an environmental source." "Feeling another late night." "I'm gonna leave you two alone." "–You're kidding me, right?" "–What?" "The answer's right there." "It's just a question of finding it." "You don't need me for that." "Don't get the mochaccino." "They screwed up and put hot chocolate in the dispenser." "Thank you." "You were right." "The eight-year-old kid grabbed my ass." "I shouldn't have encouraged him." "Well, I was a boy once." "I know how they think." "–You were a pervert at eight?" "–Maybe 11." "I didn't realize you were gonna get hurt." "I'm sorry I misled you." "You didn't." "You have feelings for me." "You come back to me again and again." "For sex." "It's a simple, physical—" "You have feelings for puppies and patients that you barely know." "But when it comes to a guy that you've worked with for three years, had sex with, spent the night with... you're telling me you feel nothing?" "Absolutely nothing?" "Get away from her!" "Don't touch her!" "I'll kill you if you touch her!" "Get him off!" "Ah!" "He's biting me!" "Get him off!" "Somebody better be dying." "Lucy's big brother's got a crush on me so he bit the crap out of Chase." "–And I care because...?" "–Just thought you might wanna know when one of your employees gets attacked by a sociopath." "Bees or monkeys, yes." "Sociopaths, no." "–Hello." "–He's not a sociopath." "–How do you know?" "–He's acting logically." "He's got a crush on you." "He's being aggressive about it." "Not just regular aggressive... he's out-of-his-mind-on-hormones aggressive." "You think he's..." "You better figure out what's killing the girl... because her brother's got it too." "Jasper's got 100 times more testosterone than a healthy, eight-year-old." "But we scanned his brain and reproductive tract... no hormone-secreting tumors." "Not surprised." "What's more likely?" "Brother and sister get the same type of tumor at exactly the same time or they both play in the same toxic sandbox?" "Yes, you would think that if, for some reason, you were completely unaware of the fact we spent the entire night testing everything from that home." "It was all negative." "You went home?" "Good for you." "Delegate." "–We're not his subordinates." "Making it all the more impressive." "What if it's genetic?" "Anyone else think it's more than a coincidence these kids have symptoms that could be caused by a brain tumor, which is exactly what killed their mom?" "You just said there were no tumors." "We scanned both their brains." "They looked clean." "So did their mom's, until it didn't." "It can't be genetic." "Mom had none of the same symptoms." "Yes, she did." "If the symptoms were pubic hair and menstruation." "That's ridiculous." "If menstruation is a symptom of brain cancer, than I should be on chemo right now." "That's ridiculous." "You're way too skinny to be menstruating." "What if the mom had other problems... symptoms her doctors ignored on account of the fact she was already dying?" "Pull all her medical records." "Find any similarities to our patients." "Punch the little brat on the nose so he doesn't have a stroke like his sister." "–I'm not sick." "–Just trying to keep you that way." "I want Dr Cameron to do mine." "Trust me." "You don't want her cutting you right now." "So..." "Jasper's behavioral issues..." "Could be a function of the increased testosterone." "Hopefully, he'll be a delight as soon as we figure this out." "My tummy hurts!" "It hurts!" "No, it doesn't." "Don't be such a baby." "–My tummy hurts!" "–Where in your tummy?" "It hurts!" "Stomach pain is from a cyst in her pancreas." "I found two more in her kidneys and one in her lung." "They weren't there 48 hours ago." "The hormones are making her body go haywire." "She gets one in her brain or heart, she's dead." "No pressure though." "Mom was perfectly healthy until she got cancer." "She had none of the symptoms the kids have." "It's not genetic." "It's not environmental." "It's gotta be a pituitary adenoma." "Yes, that would make complete sense if we had one." "Just because we haven't found anything on the scan doesn't mean it's not there." "You should remove her pituitary gland." "Two siblings, same condition." "It's gotta be genetic or environmental." "We add 'in the same time' and we're back to just environmental." "And that would make complete sense if there was anything in her environment." "That's 'cause we haven't found anything yet." "She's been out of her environment for four days and she's still getting worse." "–I'm getting the father's consent." "–No!" "We have no evidence." "–This is your process, House." "You asked us what two plus two is." "We've eliminated every number except for four." "She needs brain surgery." "The ovaries produce sex hormones in response to a signal from the pituitary gland." "Since we know the ovaries are fine, the most likely cause..." ""Most likely" means she wants to root around inside your little girl's brain without any guarantee that it'll work." "That's why she's holding off on doing your son." "Dr House knows that unfortunately, we've ruled out every other option." "We need to resect Lucy's pituitary before... –Who else visits these kids?" "–They don't have any family in town." "You got a girlfriend?" "–No one visits." "–School?" "They don't go to the same school." "House, I've... –Nanny?" "–They don't have one." "They go to an after-school day care, but none of the other kids are sick." "Yet." "It took your son twice as long to develop symptoms as your daughter." "Maybe the other kids are just slow." "–We wait and your daughter may die." "She does this, your daughter will need hormone-replacement therapy for the rest of her life." "–The treatments are extremely effective." "She should lead a relatively normal life." "And isn't that every parent's dream?" "To have a kid grow up to be relatively normal?" "My husband died of thyroid cancer that metastasized to his brain." "I've been there." "I know how terrifying this can be." "I am telling you that this is your best chance to save your daughter's life." "(You did not just play the dead husband card.)" "My wife died because she signed a consent form that I didn't want her to sign." "Died." "Thank you." "How did you know?" "Know what?" "That the other kids weren't sick." "You've been here for four days." "I just..." "I would've heard." "Right." "Do you have hair on your special place?" "Miss Janie!" "Can I help you?" "I'm a doctor." "Two of your kids are sick and I need to know why." "You think they got sick here?" "I think you're dating their dad." "He told you?" "No... and I don't really care why he didn't." "I just need to know how often you go to their house and what you bring." "–I don't." "–Shampoos, fancy soaps?" "Kids get in your bag?" "–I've never been to their house." "They just lost their mom." "And we thought it was too soon." "Why are you staring at me?" "Lip wax?" "I just had it done over lunch." "–Mani-pedi?" "–No... just the wax." "Women get a wax, it's part of the whole self-indulgent, beauty ritual." "Pedicure, steam, cucumber masks." "No one runs out of lunch just to get a lip wax, unless you woke up looking like Yosemite Sam." "You're an ass." "It's always the dad." "Excess facial hair in women." "It's a clear sign of hormonal imbalance." "Exactly what the little kiddies have." "Is there something wrong at the day care center?" "There's something wrong in your pants." "She's a lot younger than I am." "I... use a... male-enhancement cream to keep up with her." "What does this have to do..." "It never occurred to you to get a prescription instead of some penis pumper loaded with testosterone?" "I keep it at the gym." "I apply it daily in the shower just like it says on the bottle." "It's never been in my home." "It's obviously never been near the kids." "–But you have." "–We've been through that." "I'm not a pervert or a pedophile!" "30% of our waste is excreted through our skin." "That sounds high." "That's why you stink after eating garlic." "Jack waters his beanstalk every day for a week." "He's oozing bean curd out of his pores for a month." "Every time you gave the little tykes a hug, you gave them a dose of testosterone." "Small for you, but more than their little bodies can handle." "So..." "I did this to them?" "Just... holding their hands?" "If I stop using it?" "You'll be floppy, they'll be fine." "Give it back." "He'll still be eight." "You okay?" "Yeah, I think so." "–Talk to Cuddy?" "–No, not yet." "I don't know what to say." "Just be straight with her." "I'm not sure what that is." "I can't stop thinking about her." "In what way?" "Maybe she's right." "Maybe." "Maybe this is worth exploring." "–Are you sure that she feels— –She sent me flowers." "How do I do this?" "What do I say?" "Cameron would tell you to say how you feel." "Me, I'd get her drunk." "I'm not gonna say anything." "I'm just gonna walk... into her office and I'm gonna kiss her." "That's a... bold move." "Cuddy likes bold." "Yeah, you're right." "If you spoke, you'd say something stupid." "Yeah, I mean, I'll either get a girlfriend or get fired." "Okay." "Yeah, okay." "You!" "You... you!" "You were gonna let me do that?" "!" "–You made a compelling argument." "–You sent those flowers to me!" "Yes, because you took her to a play." "Because actually you do want to march down there and kiss her." "–No, I don't!" "–Yes, you do!" "You're right." "Seriously?" "No." "You're a jerk." "–Night, Wilson." "–Night, House." "They're beautiful." "I thought about what you said." "And..." "I really don't want a relationship with you." "I know." "I also know you like flowers." "I don't get the whole May-December thing." "Give him a break." "It's May-October at worst." "Well, why can't it be October-October?" "'Cause May is when things start to get hot." "If that guy wasn't trying so hard to keep up with a woman half his age, he wouldn't have almost killed both his kids." "Guy gets a little something-something... couple of kids have to die... circle of life." "So many people." "So much energy and drama just trying to find someone who's almost never the right person anyway." "It just... shouldn't be so hard." "I got tickets to a play." "Transcript: swsub. com Sync: jh26 QA:" "ΤΖΩΤΖΙΟΥ"