I'm unfixable. Not you.

Cameron [to Chase]

Chase: Did you ever love me?!?
Cameron: I don't know.
Chase: Thank you for finally telling me.

I loved you and I loved Chase - and I feel sorry for both of you. Because there's no way back for either of you.

We need to get away from Princeton Plainsboro.

Cameron: You hate coincidence.
House: We reconciled. It was a whole thing.

Dr. Cameron: I just don't see why you have to deny it.
Dr. Chase: I'm not.
Dr. Cameron: Now you're denying you're denying.
Dr. Chase: No, I'm denying that there's anything to deny.

Cameron: You know how House feels about people touching his ball.
Foreman: No, Chase refuses to tell me.

Thirteen: I guess we'll just continue to twiddle our thumbs.
House: God, I hope that's an euphemism.
Dr. Cameron: How am I supposed to do a lumbar puncture on a patient with intractable hiccups?
House: I'm trying to figure out what that could be a euphemism for.

Dr. Chase: Office romances are a bad idea. We beat some very long odds.
Dr. Cameron: Wow, why don't you save the gushy stuff for the wedding.

Dr. Cameron: What did Cuddy want?
House: I kinda hit that last night, so now she's all on my jock.
Thirteen: Wow, she looks pretty good for someone on roofies.

Dr. Cameron: I apologize if it looked like we weren't devoting our full attention to your daughter, but I assure you that we...
Mrs. Simms: Oh please, save your pathetic insincerity for your boyfriend.
House: You're wrong! She is in fact pathetically sincere.

Dr. Cameron: You really never did any drugs?
Dr. Foreman: Now this is gonna be a racial thing.
Dr. Cameron: Deflecting a personal question with a joke. Gee, who do I know that does that?
Dr. Foreman: Yeah, I'm just like him. Except for the angry, bitter, pompous, cripple part.
Dr. Cameron: Maybe we should all pitch in and get you a nice cane. You've already got the matching gym shoes.

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