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?