House (2004–2012): Season 7, Episode 8 - Small Sacrifices - full transcript

(GRUNTING)

(PRAYING SOFTLY)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(PRAYING SOFTLY)

(GROANING)

(CONTINUES PRAYING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(CHOKING)

B?jalo. Get him down!

What have you got
against chickens?



One got choked
last night,
thanks to you.

33-year-old male
with haemoptysis, fever.

We can't even
talk about it?

If you can't apologize,
we can't talk.
And puncture wounds.

I'm not apologizing for
doing the right thing.

Lying to me was
not the right thing.

Puncture wounds are
from a crucifixion.

I lied to save
my patient's life.

I didn't lie to you,
I lied to my boss.

Either of those
arguments working yet?

Guess that means
I don't have to go
to the wedding on Saturday.

The hospital's
chairman of the board?

I'm not gonna
stand him up
and neither are you.

I loathe weddings
and their seven
levels of hypocrisy.



But you do seem
awfully hissy,

and there's an outside
chance I can get
you drunk and score.

So as long as you
don't take it as an
admission of guilt,

sure, count me in.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Bit too much honesty?

You're also going
to the rehearsal
dinner Friday night.

Dressy casual.

House-keeping.

Either you're crazy
or you're atoning
for something naughty.

And you're crazy.

He's a doctor.

I'm not atoning
for anything.

That answers
that, thanks.

My Marisa was diagnosed
with terminal brain cancer,
stage IV glioblastoma.

When the doctors
said she had two
months to live,

that's when I
made my bargain.

With your health
insurance carrier?

With God.

Oh!

I told him I would
nail myself to a cross
every year he kept her alive.

HOUSE: So how did that
negotiation go?

You lowballed
with ear piercing
and God countered?

Three weeks later,
she was cancer-free.
That was four years ago.

Pontius Pilate,
misunderstood oncologist.

Yeah. My ex-wife
thinks I'm crazy, too.

She moved out
the first time
I did this.

At least your daughter
has one viable role model.

You don't
believe in God?
HOUSE: I did.

Then I grew
my curly hairs.

So how do you
think I was cured?

Maybe you
were misdiagnosed
in the first place.

You have your
answer, Doctors.
We have ours.

Causal determinism,
we are hardwired
to need answers.

The caveman who heard
a rustle in the bushes

and checked out
to see what it was

lived longer than
the guy who assumed
it was just a breeze.

The problem is,

when we don't find
a logical answer,
we settle for a stupid one.

Ritual is what
happens when we
run out of rational.

If you're done
mocking him, we need
to prep for an LP.

Good. Another hole
in him should really
make God's day.

Why are you late?

Your next
dental appointment
isn't until January

and you just saw
your GP eight days ago.

Think stage IV glioblastoma
in an eight-year-old

can disappear
in three weeks?

Had a flat tire.
Your patient has cancer?

Your tires have got
less than 5,000 miles
on them.

No, and neither does
my patient's daughter.

I hit a piece of rebar
near a construction site.

In three weeks?
It's highly unlikely.

There's no construction site
between here and your home.

I agree, I think it was
a misdiagnosed cyst.

But there is one between
here and my dry cleaner.

It could be a misdiagnosis
or it could be spontaneous
remission, but...

Why would I lie about this?
I don't know yet.

But you would've
dropped off your tie,
it's got a mustard stain.

I was buying
an engagement ring.

I'm gonna propose
to Sam at the wedding.

That is the second
stupidest thing
I've heard today.

And I'm surprised
how close you came.

You didn't need to
buy her a new ring.

Isn't the first one good
for all-you-can-marry?

I assume you
haven't apologized
to Cuddy yet.

Your stupidity
demands equal time.

Nothing to apologize for.

Pretend to apologize.

You want me to lie?

There's a lovely
symmetry to it.

A lie got you into it,
a lie gets you out of it.

Everybody lies.
I'm sure Cuddy...

Just need to
give her a chance.

Yeah, that must've
been what I meant.

Have you seen
the bride-to-be?

Gorgeous woman
half his age.
He's a lucky guy.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
For a while.

My father's 19 years
older than my mother

and they've been
happily married
for 32 years.

I'm guessing your dad
wasrt on the Forbes 400

and your mom
didn't look like
a swimsuit model.

Sorry, that didn't
come out right.

My father was
the classics chair at Columbia
and my mother was his student.

His gorgeous student.

What's it mean when
somebody takes their cell
phone into the bathroom

when they're
taking a shower?

Means they don't want
you to check their calls,
e-mails or texts.

CHASE: If we're talking
about your wife,

it means the chickens
are coming home to roost.

Taub has been
known to dabble.

Used to be.

Maybe it's just a habit.
I do that with my cell
phone and I live alone.

She has a meeting
today at 1:30,
at a hotel.

I'm gonna go with
the chicken thing.

Negative for toxocara,
bacteroides,
ascaris, everything.

So what looks like
an infection but
doesn't test like one?

Animals.

I'm sure your wife's
just seeing a dude.

Patient works for
Morgan Timber Works,
card's in the file.

"Specializing in stables,
barns and stalls."

He works around animals.
Rhodococcus equi.

Unless this guy's
sleeping in the manger.

Or has a history
of open wounds.

We think you have
rhodococcus equi,
a horse infection.

It's pretty rare in humans
but easily treatable
with antibiotics.

Does it make your
teeth fall out?

No.

Then again,
maybe we were wrong.

Fever, coughing up blood,
coughing up teeth.

Either God sweetened
the deal with
a no-flossing clause, or...

Radiation sickness.

Yeah, maybe the
carpenter builds
microwave ovens.

Kaposi sarcoma?

No skin lesions.

Heavy metal poisoning
fits, canned tuna,
sushi, lead paint.

Heavy metal it is.
Do a home search and
a peripheral smear.

I can't. I have
a personal errand
to run.

Trying to catch
your wife cheating?

(EXHALES)

Why would you say that?

Missing mojo,
posture slumped,
expression defeated,

you didn't try to
back up your theory.
And Chase told me.

Go, find your mojo.

Shopkeeper,
I need a patient file.

Ask records.

Not one of our patients',

my patient's daughter.
Ask your patient.

He thinks I only want
it to debunk his faith.

And why would
he think that?

Because he's
strangely perceptive
for an idiot.

And I'm going to violate
patient privacy laws
just to keep you happy?

You keep me happy,
I return the favor.
Think of it as tat for tit.

When we're at work,
we need to focus on
our work thoughts.

Why are you
wearing that?

It's my dressy casual.
What do you think?

You look like Wilson.

It looks weird.

But you knew
I'd think that,

which makes me wonder
why you look disappointed.

If you prick me,
do I not bleed?

You knew I wouldn't
like it but you thought
I would say I did.

That's what this is about.
You're trying to trap
me into lying to you.

You sure?
That sounds so juvenile.

You're okay
with burglary now?

I asked his permission.

The reason we
don't ask permission

is we're afraid the patient
is going to hide something.

But our patient
hasn't been home,

lives alone,
doesn't have any help,

and has no motive
to hide anything.

You ask for his key, too?

Oh! Doesrt have one.

(CHUCKLES)

And now we know why.

You think he's crazy?

Crucifixiors pretty
convincing evidence.
Lead paint?

Place is too new.

He believes in
a higher power that
can affect his life,

like most people
on the planet.

True. On the other hand,
crucified himself.

No canned tuna
and I don't think
we have to worry about sushi.

No computer,
no television, no music.
What does he do?

He reads.
Prayer has been
proven to aid recovery.

Only if the person knows
they're being prayed for.

Means there's no
objective effect.

So faith comes from within.
Not exactly a newsflash.

I guess worry is
good for the waistline.

It's not worry,
it's starvation.

His tooth didn't fall out
because of heavy
metal poisoning,

it fell out because
of malnutrition.

He does have
rhodococcus equi.

Taub was right.

He just didn't know why.

It's locked!
WILSON: I'm busy.

I'll wait.

I really am busy.

Cuddy got me
the daughter's file.

Well, not Cuddy, exactly.
Her signature.

Well, not exactly
her signature.

Another lie?

Thought you could
take a look at it for me.

Maybe you hadrt heard,
I'm kind of busy.

With what?

Sudoku.
What do you think?

I'm the head of oncology
in a major hospital.

And yet these files are
not from this hospital.

These are from
Where-My-Fianc?e-Works
Memorial.

Sam's boss is
doing a clinical review
of all of her files,

and she just
wanted to make sure

everything's in order
before he starts on Monday.

Which explains
why Sam is too busy
to look at my file.

If I don't help her,
she can't go to the
wedding, and...

We fell in love at
her cousirs wedding,

which is why I
want to propose
to her at a wedding.

And now, you have
60 seconds to
berate me for that

and for helping
my girlfriend
with her homework.

You don't want to
propose at a wedding.

Emotions running high,
people on edge.

You want to try somewhere
like a Buddhist temple
or an aquarium,

or a Buddhist aquarium.

That only took 10 seconds.

You can spend the rest
of the time on my file.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Rachel?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey. How long
before you're home?

RACHEL: Not long.

Hey. Hey.

Uh...

Yeah, you left
your laptop on.

I saw you today,
at the hotel.

Were you
checking up on me?

Yes.

Satisfied?

Yes.

Good.

That's it?

You said
you're satisfied,
that's enough.

You're not wondering
why it started,

that makes me think
you don't want to
talk about this,

which makes me think...

You're being paranoid.

You took your
cell phone with you
into the bathroom

when you took
a shower this morning.

I made a new
friend, online.

In a support group.

A guy?

Yes.

Support group for what?

For people with
unfaithful spouses.

Why didn't you
tell us you were
starving yourself?

Well, I wasrt trying to.

I'm on a tight budget
and it seemed
like an okay diet.

You seem to
be feeling better.

(SIGHS) Not really,
my legs are killing me.

How bad is the pain?

On a scale of one to 10,
10 being the worst.

Nine and a half.

Then why are
you smiling?

I'm not smiling.

FOREMAN: Leg pain
and pseudo bulbar affect.

He's feeling one emotion
while unknowingly
expressing another one.

Classic neurohecatia.

Two days of anticholinergics
and you'll be
walking out of here.

Really?

No. I just made that
up to see your reaction.
Diagnostic test.

This is awesome.

33-year-old carpenter
presenting narcissism,

delusions of grandeur
and hallucinations.

He hasn't had
hallucinations.

I'm not talking about him,
I'm talking about him,
with a capital O-M-G.

You want us to do
a differential
diagnosis on Jesus?

Hears voices,
thinks he's the son of God,
probably schizophrenic.

I think you offended him.

You're saying the patient's
religious extremism
could be a symptom?

A neuro disorder
could explain
all his delusions.

Get an MRI of
his brain. Let's see
if we can find God.

Heard you got
the daughter's file.
Patient change his mind?

I forged your signature.

Thank you for
your honesty.

Think of it
as a present.

See, somebody is about
to turn the big 4-5
in several months,

and somebody else
wants to make
a very big deal of it.

4-3.

4-3. Are you sure?

Very.

How could I make
such a mistake?
In reading your HR file.

Oh, no, wait, I didn't.

And boom goes the dynamite!
Scores are tied.
We are even-steven.

You're right, I did lie.
To HR, not to you.

When I first applied
for the VP admin job,
I was 29 years old.

I knew I'd be
taken more seriously
if I were in my early 30s,

so I added two
years to my age.

You lied to make
yourself older?

Are you lying
about being a woman?

Even if you can trap me,

do you think I'll suddenly
embrace the value of lying?

My point is you already have.
I just need to prove it.

Chickens aren't roosting.
She's just got a friend.

A guy she met in
an online support group
for cheating spouses.

I've heard of that group.
It's called Irony.

You think she's
cheating on her spouse

with someone from
a cheating spouse
support group?

Sounds like the perfect place
to hit on vulnerable women.

Look. Multiple
dense lesions.

It looks like MS.

How did we miss MS?

It was hiding behind
the malnutrition.

MS. Attacks
the immune system.
No system, no symptoms.

And now we're feeding him
so they're both back.

(SIGHS)

How are you feeling?

(CHUCKLES)

Terrible.

Obviously.

Where are your friends?
Still casting lots
for your clothes?

All I ask is that
they pray for me.

Always sacrificing,
very inspirational.

The lesions are in
your temporal lobes.

When those areas
get messed with,

people have
strange experiences.

Like hauntings,
alien abductions,
past lives...

Deals with God?

You didn't come to
see if I was better,

you came to see if your
medicine has turned me
into an atheist.

I'd settle for agnostic.

Faith is not a disease.

No, of course not.

On the other hand,
it is communicable and
it kills a lot of people.

I can't move my arm.

You feel that?

Your friends are not
praying hard enough.

CHASE: It's not MS.

FOREMAN: Paralysis
is a symptom of MS,

so are leg pain and
pseudo bulbar affect.

He's getting worse
on the prednisone.
It's not MS.

The MRI was clear,
he has lesions.

It could be an AVM,
cerebral infarction.

HOUSE: Let's put it
to the vote.

Vest or cummerbund?

Cummerbund.

You know me,

I can't say no to
any of you guys.
You're all correct.

He has MS.
But not the friendly
Mr. Rogers MS.

This is the
weird-guy-in-the-panel-van
kind.

Marburg MS?

What did I just say?

He'll be dead in
two to three days,
at the most.

That's unless we can
get someone to nail

themselves to a cross
as soon as possible.

Or stem cell treatment.

That's an experimental
treatment.

That's had promising
results with

demyelinating diseases.
It's our best shot.

It would be if it wasrt
embryonic stem cell treatment.

Our patient's
right of the pope,

he's never gonna
consent to that.

I know that, you know that,
but he doesn't know that.

But now she knows that,
he's gonna know that.

Way to go.

Confirm Marburg.
Then see if he's
a fair-weather flagellator.

You looking smashing,
Miss Moneypenny.

Cummerbund?
Very foolish, Mr. Bond.

The daughter's
case checks out.

Stereotactic biopsy
confirmed stage IV
glioblastoma multiforme.

It doesn't
respond to chemo

but they gave it to her
anyway as a Hail Mary
and just got lucky.

So either God intervened,
which is a lazy explanation,

or we just don't know why,
which is no explanation.

Sometimes there
is no explanation.
And I'm just fine with that.

Which annoys me
to no end.

I need that file,
that chair and that desk.

Your woman is
fudging the facts.

Five of those cases,
the stated doses

don't explain
the radiation damage.

Sensitivities vary.

Not that much.

Yeah. That's
what I thought.

(SIGHING)

I asked her
point-blank about this.

She said the dosages
were accurate,

and that she had
done nothing wrong.

Because morally
she didn't.

All five patients
were terminal,

she exceeded
the dosing protocols
to try to save their life.

You'd have
done the same.

She's a sap and
she's perfect for you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I hate rehearsal dinners
almost as much as
I hate weddings.

The only reason
anyone gets married

is because Homo
erectus females

needed protection
from predators
while breastfeeding.

And the only reason
these two are
getting married

is to throw an obnoxious
gala to make the rest
of us feel unwon'thy.

Even though we
know in two years

the lawyers are
gonna be fighting
over the Bentleys.

That'd make
a lovely toast.

She's got looks,
he's got money.

One of them is
bound to run out.

I give it 19 months.

That's very specific.

No fault divorce in
New Jersey requires

couples to live at
least 18 months apart.

I'm actually only
giving it a few weeks.

I thought I was
supposed to be
the dark one.

Not today.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

You're gonna have
to go stag. My patient
is refusing treatment.

And you care?

No, but it's an excuse
you can't argue with.

Accepting this treatment
is an insult to God.

I can't expect him
to keep our deal.

You already broke it.

Your blood test shows
you were loaded
with ibuprofen.

Taking painkillers
breaks my deal?

The point is to
suffer like your
savior did, right?

Well, he didn't
take myrrh, the Tylenol
of ancient Rome.

And his nails went
through his wrists,
not through his palms.

Palms are for sissies.

And what about
the 39 lashes,

and the beatings and
the crown of thorns?

What you go through is
closer to a bad manicure
than a crucifixion.

It's not about
showing God my pain,

it's about
showing him my faith.

If he asks me to
die for my daughter,
I'll do it gladly.

Don't make this
about your daughter.

You're just worried
that we'll find a cure
that will cost you your faith,

and you'll be
like the rest of us.

Alone and afraid?
You're right.
I don't want that.

MARTHA: You're smiling.

Does that mean
that you're comfortable
with your choice

or that you're afraid?

Because this may
be your only hope.

You can prescribe
a lot of things but
hope isn't one of them.

Sticking by your convictions
and damning the consequences.

You two have
a lot in common.

You're both idiots.

All convictions
equally ridiculous?

Just when they're
applied indiscriminately
to all circumstances.

He needs to
see his daughter.

He needs to see
Inerit the Wind.

And tell her he's dying
because God doesn't want
him to take his medicine.

Honesty's not all bad.

Get her in here.

You don't have
to die. Not if you
take the medicine.

The treatment
violates God's laws.

He doesn't want
me to take it.

But God doesn't
want you to die.

He doesn't want
anyone to die.
He's all about love.

I know this is
coming from your mother.

This is coming from me.

(CRYING) I'm the one
who almost died,
I know what it's like.

You're my daddy,
you can't die.

I wish I didn't have to.

You don't have to, Daddy.
Just take the medicine.

You always tell me
to take the medicine.
Please.

One day, you're
going to understand.

No, I'm not.

I'm never going
to understand that.

If God could do this,
I hate God.

I just spotted
a couple of hot girls
by the chocolate fountain.

Werert you just
upstairs with...

It wouldn't have happened
if not for you, buddy.

Someone had to distract
the sober friend.

I'm not here to
be your wingman.

I'll be your
wingman this time.

I didn't come here
to get laid either.

Then don't.

Talking to beautiful women
isn't nearly as much fun

as watching Taub not
talking to his wife.

I went through
your e-mails.

There's nothing
in there that's
inappropriate.

We're friends, Chris.

But you tell him things
that you've never told me.

I tell him things
I can't tell you,
that's the point.

Not things
about me, about you.

About your new job,
about coloring your hair,

about how you felt
when your mother died.

I want to know
those things.

He's easy to talk to.

He's open and honest.
He makes me feel safe.

Sounds like
you love him.

I'm not having
an affair.

He lives in Oregon.
I've never met him.
I probably never will.

You are having an affair,
an emotional one.

Are you equating
what I'm doing
with what you did?

I've done terrible
things to you.

And I deserve all
of this and more.

But you can't pretend
that what you're
doing isn't hurtful.

Someone looks
lovely tonight.

Thank you.

I meant me.

But someone else
looks simply stunning.

That was you.

And the blonde
at the bar.

Just to be clear,
this whole little
act isn't gonna work.

I need an apology,
not flattery.

It's not an act.
It's the wedding.

You hate weddings.

I thought I did.
Then I realized
I've never been to one.

Never?

Turns out
they're kind of fun.

Well, I can't
complain about my boss.
He's right here.

You're his boss?

CHASE: Only Mondays
through Fridays.

On the weekends,
he's my bro.

This round's on the bro?

Um...

I'm sorry about
your daughter.

I never meant
to hurt her.

You just thought
she'd change my mind.

I was surprised
she didn't.

So was I.

I didn't tell
you the truth.

When I said I'm
not afraid to die.

But you're going
straight to heaven, so...

That's what I believe.
But I'm human.

So you know
you may be wrong.

How could you do
what you just did?

That's why we have beliefs,
so we can still see
the right thing to do

when we're blinded
with doubt and fear.

Our beliefs define us.
If we lose them,
who are we?

Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for
it to go that way.

You think I'm being
selfish but I'm not.

He makes me feel better
about me and about us.

Well, that is
hard to believe

because all I feel
right now is betrayed.

I never wanted that.

Good.

Because just like
you asked me to
stop my behavior,

I'm asking you
to stop this.

No?

I'm not gonna
lie to you.

Is this revenge?

I don't know.

But I do know
that it's something
I need right now.

What would you wear?

I'm a sucker for
the white gown.

Traditionally for young,
first-time brides.

Well, I may not be
young but I'd be first-time.

That is a lie.

You were married before.
In 1987, for six days.

Your knowledge of
New Jersey divorce law
made me suspicious,

so I looked it up.

So this was
all your trap?

Trap's primitive,
I prefer inveiglement.

Anyway, the point is,
I lied to you, you lied
to me, I forgive you.

Well played.

You're tired,
aren't you?
All those files.

No, no,
I was thinking...

I mean, if those two
even have the slightest
chance of making it,

then we have to
be a sure thing.

And we've already
made all our mistakes.

And...

I've come
to realize that
I love you

even more than
I thought I did.

Sam, will you
marry me again?

(LAUGHS)

Wow. I don't even
know what to say.

I have a suggestion.

Where did this
even come from?
When did you...

You just came to realize?

What made you
love me even more?

Everything you've done,
your work,
your sense of morality.

The five cases.

I not only agree
with what you did,
I admire it.

I didn't do anything.
You already asked me

about the files and
I told you the truth.

I know, and I get it.

You don't believe me.

I believe that you
are a wonderful person.

Who lies and cheats.

No, Sam.

(SIGHS) Listen,
I'm on your side.

I can't believe this.

What? Sam. Sam,
don't do this.

So how many
do you think?

At least three.

Hat-trick Chase.

See? Life of the bachelor.
All of the sex,
none of the guilt.

It's not over, okay?
I just really
miscalculated.

I thought she'd
forgiven me
for everything

but all those hurt
feelings, they never
really went away.

That makes
a lot more sense.

Ignore him,
he just got
an idea.

I have one more
test to run.

Uh, I hate
weddings.

(SIGHS)

Wort be long now.

You'll be staring
down the yawning void
before you know it.

You came from
a wedding to
tell me that?

No, I came
from a wedding
to run a PET scan.

Thought you'd
given up on me.

I have. PET scan
was for your daughter.

I was wrong about her.

She did have glioblastoma.

And she still does.
Cancer never went away.

Yes, it did.
They tested her
every year.

With a CT scan

which misses all
the tiny little tumors
that a PET scan doesn't.

You made a mistake.
She does not have
cancer anymore.

I ran it twice,
no mistake.

Looks like God
broke your deal.

I'm sorry.

But I'm also right.

You're a bastard.

Do whatever
you want to me.

Good call.

Surprised you've
got enough strength
to come to work today.

Thirty-six
hours is long enough
for me to recover.

And not nearly long
enough for this guy
to be getting better.

House wanted us checking
every 12 hours anyway.

Sorry I took
off on you.

Twice.

First one was
my bad. Second one
I had no choice.

It was a threesome.

They're overrated.

He's bluffing.
He's bluffing.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Get House.

Got something to show you.
Your daughter's PET scan.

It's clean.

She's fine.

My bad.

Got her mixed up
with Marion Silver.

Marisa Silva.
That's believable, right?

Anyhow, good news
for you, bad news
for Mr. Silver.

You tricked me.
God didn't break
our deal, I did.

You led me
into temptation
and I followed.

And God will
punish you for that.

He has to.
'Cause if he didn't,

it'd make you wonder,
wouldn't it?

He will.

Well, that's why I'm
so confused by this.

This is your MRI.
Shows incremental
improvement.

You're getting better.

I double-checked
the name on this one.

But it's not all good news.
This patient is screwed.

Technical term is
dead as a doornail.

Who is that?

God.

You broke your
deal with him

but your daughter's fine
and you're getting better.

Nothing bad happened.
Which can only
mean one thing,

there is no God.

'Course,
if your daughter gets hit
by a meteorite today,

I would have some
serious egg on my face.

(CHUCKLING)

You're smiling.
I assume that means
you're miserable.

It means I'm happy.

This doesn't mean
God doesn't exist,

it just means
he's truly merciful.

My beautiful
Marisa was right,

God is all about love.

Punishment is proof
of God and no punishment
is proof of God.

Ingenious argument.

Faith isn't an argument.

I'd like to see
my daughter.

Everyone else knew?

Everyone I could trust.
So, yes.

If you had told me,
he'd be dead by now.

So why do I still
want to tell the truth?

Either you're na:ive,
or you have scruples.
I'm not sure which is worse.

This is insane.
We can't work like this.

I can.

Sam?

Sorry, I was
hoping to be done
before you got home.

We had a fight.
We had one fight.

And I admitted
I was wrong.

We can talk about it,
we can get over it.

This is about trust.

I never lied to
you about anything.

I know,
and I always trusted you.

I...

Maybe we could
talk to a counselor.

You said that helped
after our divorce.

It did, and I think
I changed a lot.

And I haven't.
This is my fault?

I know where
this is going.

And I don't want
to go there again.

You're quitting, Sam.
You're quitting again.

So I guess you haven't
changed that much.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Good work today.

Don't even think your
patient's gonna sue.

Looks like
everybody's happy.

I've been an idiot.

I got this argument
stuck in my head.

If everybody lies,
then trust is not only
unfounded and pointless,

it's fictional.

But trust is not
an argument that
can be won or lost.

Maybe I just have to suspend
my cynicism and believe.

Maybe it's time
I took a leap of faith.

I'm sorry.

I won't lie
to you again.

Thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sam left me.

What a moron.

Too soon. I'm still
in love with her.

I meant you.

Do you have a drink?
Or drinks?

Cuddy's coming over.

Does she know
you're here?

I apologized to her.

(SIGHS) Good for you.

Not really, I lied.

I just took your advice.
Too bad you didn't.

Good for you.

(DOOR CLOSES)