הום
1. אין לי שמץ. 2. מבחינות מסוימות, ברור שסביב זה נסבה תחילת העונה-בין אם הקטמין עבד או לא, בין אם האוס משתנה או לא, ברור שזה לא נשאר באוויר. מבחינות אחרות (לגבי מוריארטי, למשל), לא. אין לי, אבל אני יכולה לנסות לטרנסקרפט את הסצינה: JM: You've wasted your life House: Yeah, if only I'd spent more time dedicating myself to finding someone worthy to shoot JM: If I had killed you, would it have mattered? House: Not to me... Have you got a pen? JM: You don't care if you live or die? House: I care because I live. I can't care if I'm dead JM: I don't want to hear semantics House: You anti-semantic bastard JM: Would anybody care that the world lost that wit? House: Working here JM: That's alright, you don't have to say anything, just let me soak into your subconscious. You think that the only truth that matters, is the truth that can be measured. Good intentions don't count, what's in your heart doesn't count, caring doesn't count. But a man's life can be measured by how many tears are shed when he dies. Just because you can't measure them, just because you don't wanna measure them, doesn't mean it's not real. House: That does not make sense. JM: And even if I'm wrong, you're still miserable. Did you really think that your life's purpose was to sacrifice yourself and get nothing in return? No. You believe there's no purpose, to anything. Even the lives you save, you dismiss. You turn the one decent thing in your life and you taint it, strip it of all meaning. You're miserable for nothing, I don't know why you'd wanna live. House (sheds a tear): I'm sorry. I know what's wrong.
