Wilson is drawn into the mess:
"They have frozen my bank accounts."
"Can they do that?"
"If they suspect you of drug dealing – yes."
"When will they unfreeze them?"
"When I help them to send you to jail for the next ten years." He looked over at the man currently eating his sandwich: "And right now it's very tempting," he said pointedly.
It had the desired effect. House stopped and looked over at him, bits of sandwich filling falling out. "Really?" House actually looked a little quizzical, as if he was puzzled by why the man who's sandwich he was currently eating would rat him out.
Wilson grabbed a bit of onion that had fallen onto the plate and stuck it in his mouth. "But if I did that - then who would I have to buy lunch for?"
"Cool, wanna come to Atlantic City?"
Wilson sighed. "House this is not a joke. Couldn't you have just come to me and asked me for them instead of stealing them? Can't you do anything like a normal person?"
"Nope."
"Seriously man – why?"
House put down the sandwich and looked at him. "Why? Because then we'd be back to all the usual bullshit of you doing your best to look out for your drug addled friend. You and Cuddy treating me like junkie not a human being in pain." He picked at the sandwich and spoke to that. "You don't know what it's like."
"And now?" Asked Wilson.
"You covered for me so Bully Boy can't touch me... so Atlantic City looks like a good option huh. You, me, Coma Guy and a big cliff."
"I am not re-enacting Thelma and Louise with you."
"Spoil sport. I'd let you be Louise."
"Was she the one with the headscarf and the glasses?"
"So you."