"We like: naked women, stockings, lesbians, and Sean Connery best as James Bond, because that is what being a boy is." -- Steve; Coupling.
"What's on?"
Slumping down on the couch beside Wilson, House cocked his head at the TV screen for a moment before picking up the sprinkling of Television Guides and Magazines that littered the coffee table in the hope of finding the remote.
"I'm... not quite sure." Wilson's eyes were locked on the screen, mouth slightly open. He looked as intelligent as a rubber dinghy while entranced by the flickering images displayed. "I think it has something to do with Sean Connery's Bond and fishnet stockings."
Rolling his eyes, House continued his search, brushing a collection of crumbs onto the floor while he was at it. How could a little rectangle of plastic prove so elusive?
"I'm not watching this crap all night..." He grunted, throwing a stack of magazines onto Wilson's lap. "God – Have you seen the rem--"
"And lesbians..." Wilson continued, completely oblivious that House had even spoken. "There's lesbians in it."
Stopping his hunt, Greg looked back up at the screen for a second before slowly settling back into his seat.
"Well... maybe for a bit."