Anyeong haseyo!

A-ra-so, a-ra-so (meaning, "I know, I know" in Korean) it took me a long time for this chapter upload, but hey I made this one long. So, don't kill me… pweease…

Ku-mapta (meaning, "I'm sorry" in Korean).

And yes, I've been trying to learn to speak Korean using some of their popular dramas with superb English subtitles. Plus, I have been busy with school. It is my intention to graduate Nursing by October next year rather than on March 2009, so I can't afford to fail anymore subjects that may cause some major delay.

Note: Try to recall where the previous chapter had left us. Kan-sa-hamnida (meaning, "Thank You" in Korean).

HOUSE: (wearing a tuxedo) Would you like to dance?

CUDDY: (shocked and flustered) Whatare you doing here?!

HOUSE: Uh…asking you to dance?

CUDDY: (rolled her eyes in annoyance) But you're not invited, I believe I made that clear to you the last time we talked.

HOUSE: (tried to look innocent) Oh, well---

CUDDY: (threw him daggers with her stare)

HOUSE: ---I, just, ah---wanted to ask you to dance...

CUDDY: (dropped her jaw in realization of his insensitivity) You're not even invited!

HOUSE: I know. Ow, but they don't (pointed his mouth to the direction of the party ushers).

CUDDY: (sighed sharply in surrender)

HOUSE: So, back to the original intent: would you like to dance?

CUDDY: Not with you.

HOUSE: Oh, c'mon! Lower your standards a little.

CUDDY: I just did. You didn't make it! (walked away)

HOUSE: (left alone in his seat) Someone is pissed…

WILSON: Someone is so dead.

HOUSE: (gave him the evil eye).

WILSON: How did you get in here anyway?

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Later that same evening:

HOUSE: Last chance: do you wanna dance?

CUDDY: Yeah---

HOUSE: I knew it you'd never let this one last chance to dance with me pass.

CUDDY: ---but still, not with you.

HOUSE: (disappointed, annoyed and humiliated) You must've misunderstood me. I said, YOU LOOK FAT IN THOSE PANTS! (walked away)

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The next morning in PPTH:

HOUSE: Congratulations, you have been voted Most Beautiful Woman in the Free-Out-Patient-Clinic Waiting-for-Dr. House-to-appear-to-Exam Room One Line, and the grand prize is free booze for the evening. Drink 'til you drop drunk!

CUDDY: No thanks. I'll just take the cash.

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HOUSE: I think I'm dead because you have to be an angel for looking so lovely like that.

CUDDY: You're not dead---but it can certainly be arranged if you like.

HOUSE: But what if the situation has changed, what if I'm going to die tomorrow? What do you say about forgiving me already then we kiss and make-out tonight to make my last night on Earth a happy one?

CUDDY: If you don't get out of here in 5 seconds I'll make it so you die tonight.

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HOUSE: Hey---DID IT HURT?

CUDDY: (annoyed because his yell just disturbed her lecture on Microbiology to Med students) What?

HOUSE: FALLING FROM THE SKY? Because you look heavenly, "heavenly body"---you know.

CUDDY: Hey, House, I know what will probably hurt---my knee in your balls.

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HOUSE: If I had a dollar for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have one dollar.

CUDDY: If I had a dollar for every time I saw someone as ill-fated, pathetic and egoistic as you, I'd have a dollar too.

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CUDDY: (phone rang in the nurse's station) Hello? Okay. Just a minute… Dr. House…

HOUSE: For me?

CUDDY: (nodded and went on to charting)

HOUSE: Hello? Hello?(turned to Cuddy) There's nobody here…

CUDDY: Must've hung up already.

HOUSE: Do you know who it was?

CUDDY: It was your town who called. They said they want their idiot back.

HOUSE: Oh, but they will be disappointed. I can't just leave. I have tenure.

CUDDY: (slightly puzzled)How was it connected to your tenure?

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Lunch time at PPTH Cafeteria:

HOUSE: Cuddy, what are you eating?

CUDDY: Vegetable pasta.

HOUSE: How about I feed you? It'd be adorable.

CUDDY: No. How about instead, I drive this fork through your hand?

HOUSE: That would hurt.

CUDDY: Sort of my point.

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HOUSE: Can you spell pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcaniconiosis?

CUDDY: No.

HOUSE: Me neither. I just thought I would ask.

CUDDY: Go away.

HOUSE: Have you forgiven me already? (Cuddy walked away) Was that a "no"?

CUDDY: Figure it out.

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HOUSE: Cuddy, how about you come over here and give me a kiss already?

CUDDY: House, I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!

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HOUSE: If you were my patient's chart, I would be doing you in my desk right now.

CUDDY: I doubt it; you rarely do your charting. You're always far behind.

HOUSE: Yeah, but still, if you were---I would make an exception.

CUDDY: I'm flattered.

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HOUSE: They say kissing is the language of love. What do you say we indulge in a little conversation?

CUDDY: Why don't you have a conversation with the hospital's incinerators instead?

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HOUSE: Cuddy, let's go out sometime. Maybe after you're annoyance had subsided and you had calmed down?

CUDDY: What?

HOUSE: I asked if you wanted to go out.

CUDDY: God, sorry, I missed it again. What?

HOUSE: DO.YOU. WANT. TO. GO. OUT. WITH. ME?

CUDDY: Sorry, I can't hear you at all. It must be because I don't speak Loser. (walked out the hospital doors and went her merry way to her car)

HOUSE: Yeah… you say that now…

There, how about you forgive me and push that purple button. Down there, yeah---right---that one.

Right there. That one.