"Forget it," House dismissed, "it's never lupus."
Cameron blew out her frustration in a puff of air. "Fine. But one day it will be lupus, and on that day…I want a parade."
"Really?" Wilson asked, looking bemused.
"No, not really. It would be inconsiderate of me to expect anything on such short notice," she looked pointedly at House who had all but whipped his fellows with his cane to speed up the test results. "But the next day, I want a parade. Wilson can design the floats, House can make balloon animals, Chase can choreograph, Cuddy can do makeup, and Foreman can choose the music."
"Why can't I pick the tunes?" whined House.
"Be serious, House," Cameron replied with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Foreman can't make balloon animals."