jetzt simmts aber
CAMERON: I’m not writing you a scrip for Vicodin.
HOUSE: I’ve only got two pills left.
CAMERON: Cut ‚em in half. Then you’ll have four.
HOUSE: You’re prescribing for Wilson. Wilson prescribes for me. Write up the scrip.
CAMERON: [arms on hips] You know you have a problem.
HOUSE: Yeah, it’s got a badge and everything.
CAMERON: You’re taking too much…
HOUSE: Fine! You’re right! What’s the correct amount? Write up a scrip for the correct amount.
[A beat.]
HOUSE: No answer? That’s ‚cause we’re having the wrong debate. [picks up her sweaty scrubs and hands them to her]
This has got nothing to do with my problem and everything to do with you avoiding the problem. You’re afraid that
if you write me a prescription, you’re gonna wind up like Wilson.
CAMERON: Of course I am.
HOUSE: Tritter wants to win by giving pain. Do you really wanna be a part of that? As a doctor, how do you do that?
[Cameron looks at House, mulling over his little guilt-inducing speech. With a sigh, she turns to her locker and
pulls out a bottle of pills.]
CAMERON: [closing her locker] Here. [tosses the pills to House] This’ll tide you over. Takes the edge of my PMS. Do
wonders for you.
Das find ich so genial xDD