A beautiful lady knows something that could be dangerous:

"I don't think she believes me."

"Well, it was a crappy lie."

"I'm sorry, but it was the best I could come up on the spur of the moment to explain why your grubby paw prints were all over my prescription pad." He held up his left hand. "I am a southpaw remember. How many years have you known me?" He took another swig of his beer. "Jesus House, if you were going to forge my name at least do it properly. I thought you were cleverer than that."

House cringed. "There is something else too."

"What else did you do?" said Wilson tiredly.

"I might have told her what I did."

"Oh Christ House." He turned to his friend. "How many times have we discussed this? If you break the law or do bad things you do not go hiring billboards or take out radio spots to tell people about it."

"So what do we do?"

"Well that's it. We are just going to have to kill her now."