"What the hell is that?"
"It's called a goldfish, House."
"Yeah, but why is his pathetic bowl in your office?"
"A patient gave him to me."
"How old was he, two?"
"She's four, actually."
"Name?"
"Kelsey McKinney."
"Not the patient's name, the fish."
"He doesn't have a name."
"What, didn't the wittle giwl gwive him a namey waymie?"
"Kelsey made me promise not to name him until she's in remission."
"What if she doesn't go into remission?"
"Nice, House."
"So, are you just going to have a nameless fish hanging around?"
"Get out. Come back when you find a heart."
"Any heart, or the one I was supposedly born with?"
"Well clearly you'll have to stop by the factory of replacement body parts; it's obvious they forgot to install yours initially."
"Just name the fish."
"I promised Kelsey."
"What are you going to call it between now and remission?"
"Greg House."
"Well, at least the name's got a ring to it."
"I'm not naming the fish."
"Name the stupid fish, Wilson."
"Why are you so intent on me naming the fish?"
"I've seen the kid's chart; name the damned fish."
"Go to hell."
"Seriously, name the fish; you mope around for at least a week when you lose the preschoolers, even with your antidepressants. Name the fish before you break a promise you can't keep."
"Are you...concerned about me, House?"
"Gotta go, heard there's a new nurse in the ER with double d's."
"Wait."
"Get those torpedoes out of my way, woman."
"House, you owe me clinic hours. Hey wait, where are you going?"
"You owe me a peep show; we'll negotiate later."
"Wilson?"
"Hi, Cuddy. Sorry about that. I don't normally have irate cripples storming out of my office so early in the morning; they usually wait until at least midday. "
"What's with him?"
"I think that was House…caring."