Here's my impression of Foreman on the happiest day of his life. (stares) Now the saddest day of his life. (stares)

I'm 5'6" and have a receding hairline. I hate genetics.

Taub: Mr. Hitler? Really?
House: I had to do something to amuse myself.

Taub: You know there's something seriously wrong with us.
Taub's wife: I know.

Functional open marriage is like a unicorn. It's a mythical creature that doesn't exist. Someone always ends up unhappy.

Taub: And what's with the death's head cane?
House: They didn't have a death's ass cane in my size.

House: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what? I know about the Jew, the black, and the Croc Hunter, but when did we get our Asian persuasion on?
Taub: Dr. Cheng is the NICU attending on the case, and she's not here.
House: Well, then I just wasted a perfectly good racial epithet.

(about Thirteen) She's not a nympho, she's bisexual, which by the way means she's accustomed to partners who don't need a map to find the treasure.

Taub: Tonight after work, meet me at the basketball court in the gym.
Dr. Foreman: You do realize you're two and a half feet tall, right?
Taub: And white, and Jewish. It'd be very embarrassing. I get why you'd want to say no.

Thirteen: She claims he got stronger as soon as she stopped breathing.
Taub: The mind can heal the body. Seeing his wife in distress might actually have slowed down his death.
House: Or he just had an adrenaline surge when he saw his chance to hit the singles' market.

House: They were ready do die... but for guilt, not love.
Taub: You can't feel that much guilt without love.

Dr. Foreman: Are you wearing my tie?
Taub: I saw it in your closet, and it happened to match my shirt.
Dr. Foreman: Why were you in my closet?
Taub: Looking for a tie. What's the big deal?
House: Obviously he wants you out of the closet for some reason. I suspect marriage, but I'm liberal that way.

House Quotes

[To Foreman} That'd be redundant. I've got an angry black guy waiting for me to drop the soap right here.

House

(To Cuddy) If it turns out she has Meningitis, you're right, you win. But if we go back downstairs and she dies, pfft... your face will be so red!

House