Alrighty guys, writers block finally cleared. Yay! Hope you like it!
"You are the single most arrogant, bitter, yet fascinating person I know. Not to mention the fact that you don't even try to disguise the fact that you sexually harass Cuddy. And oddly enough she doesn't stop you." Cameron was shaking her head and looking deep in thought despite talking to him.
"Is that all I am? Damn! I was going for cryptic, sardonic, and devilishly handsome."
"I guess you only hit a single then."
"Oh? So I am devilishly handsome?"
"Devilishly something alright."
"Oh you know you want me."
"I need you, I want you, oh baby, oh baby."
"Oh! Ten Things I Hate About You! Love that movie!"
"So you watch chick TV and chick-flicks?"
"Which only makes you want me even more…"
"Yeah, I want a man who has the same interests as my thirteen year-old nieces."
"Of course you do. You like me, you lust for me, you love me. All those alliterated words."
"Your right House, I do."
"I am?"
"Oh, so now you're surprised?"
"No I'm not. That was just for effect."
"Bastard."
"I know I am, but what are you?"
"Real mature. How old are you?"
"Approaching fifty. Way too old for you."
"Hmm…See I was was thinking it was thinking it was more like approaching five and you were too young for me."
"Damn, that was good."
"Yeah, it was. But you're not too old for me. More like just right."
"Oh really? How do you figure? You aren't even my side of thirty."
"I like mature men."
"Don't you mean old?"
"You're not old."
"Glad at least one of us doesn't think so."
"Wow. The great Dr. House is insecure."
"Don't let word get out."
"Don't worry your secret is safe with me."
"I know. Doctor patient privilege and all that. You tried to treat me for cancer, remember?"
"How could I forget? I thought you were dying."
"You really cared?"
"Yeah, I did. We all did."
"The only person I care about is you."
"Why? Why now? You kissed me back, you know."
"Believe me, I know. I was there."
"Why did you do it?"
"Because it felt so damn good."
"Is that all? You were horny?"
"Well, um, no."
"So you actually felt something?"
"You know it. I know you are more perceptive than that."
"Yes, I did know. I just wanted to hear you say it. Women like that sort of thing you know. Words."
"Why is that?" House was truly clueless.
"Because it tells us that our feelings are right. That we won't be humiliated if we share them."
"Women are professional sharers. It starts young, with Truth or Dare. I know these things."
"Sharing with our girlfriends is different. They won't rip our heart out."
"Yeah, I know, men are pigs."
"When it comes to emotions, yeah, you are."
"Ouch!"
"You said it, not me."
"Suppose I did."
"Yep."
"Don't look so smug. It doesn't become you."
"And you think it does you?"
"I think its one of my best qualities."
"That is oh-so-sad."
"You know you love me."
"God, if only it wasn't true."
"So you do love me?"
"Damn you House."
"What? If women want to hear the words, why shouldn't men?"
"Most men I can understand. You, not so much. You have prided yourself on being an emotionless bastard as long as I have known you."
"So why do you love me?"
"I wish I knew myself. I have spent countless hours asking myself that and I just don't know."
"I do. It is my stubble, it is the way I search out the cause of the bpatient's illness with such ferocity that no one can match it, it is my devil-may-care attitude, and my motorcycle. Chicks dig a guy with a motorcycle."
"Maybe you're right. The stubble is sexy; the baby-face look is over rated."
"Told you."
"Oh shut-up."
