House exits Grand Central Station and, balancing a backpack and athletic sack, limps to the curb. A cab rolls up as he nears, and, weary, he opens the door and collapses in the back seat with a dramatic sigh.
The cab driver (Stephen Fry) turns his head and asks House with a professional smile, and a charming English accent, "Your destination, sir?"
House has a stunned look for a moment, his eyes bulging and his jaw slack, then returns to form. "Hell in a handbasket. And hurry."
"As you wish," the burly driver says calmly, his eyes twinkling. "I shall have you there in the wink of an eye." Which he does—wink, of course.
Through the miracles of modern film editing, the cab immediately rolls up to the main entrance of the Lincoln Center, where we see a fluttering banner advertising "George Balanchine's 'The Nutcracker'".
House looks baffled, "Wha-?"
The driver turns back to House and hands him a ticket, adding in a mellifluous English clip. "I was sent by the agency, sir. I was given to understand that you require a ballet."
The obligate rim shot, as well as House's reply, are cut off by the crash of a 16 ton weight that crushes the cab and its occupants. Into the scene walks a holographic Graham Chapman in a police uniform admonishing, "Stop it—stop it. This is silly!"
In a flash, he vanishes in a puff of smoke, and, when the smoke clears, leaning against the lamppost, is a grinning Alan Davies (Jonathan Creek). In his hand he holds a buzzer button that he hits: it parrots (no reference intended) the Staples line "That was easy." "At last," he beams, "I can now be the presenter for 'QI'!" Davies hits the buzzer again, and it plays a kazoo version of "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life".
Fade out.