June 2, 2014
The Day We Met—Lizzie West (4:22)
House M.D.
House and Foreman
"No, just no," Foreman said in a resigned tone as the doors of the elevator slid shut. "This is not happening. I could have sworn she was lying."
House gave him an impatient look. "You're talking gibberish. Normally gibberish is interesting but you're just annoying."
Foreman snorted. "It's an illusion. You are not wearing my shoes."
House looked down at his shoes and shrugged. "No, I'm wearing mine. They look an awful lot like the ones you're wearing but they are my shoes. I have the receipt to prove it…somewhere."
Now Foreman groaned. "Not the point, House. I am not you. I am nothing like you. You're the arrogant jerk. I'm just a doctor that does a damn good job."
House chuckled. "She called us both arrogant jerks," he pointed out. "And you didn't actually care about that kid or his mother. You cared about the puzzle, the diagnosis. People are boring. Diseases are interesting."
"I. Am. Not. You," Foreman enunciated each word. "I care about my patients."
The elevator doors slid open and House limped out. "Keep telling yourself that." He started for the doors and then looked over his shoulder at Foreman. "And find a new place to buy your shoes. It's irritating to be mocked."
House tuned out Foreman's protests and smirked to himself. Foreman would learn…eventually. Besides it was fun to bait him.