House limped into Cuddy's office. "What?" he asked. "I need you to do something for the Christmas presentation." "Can I push it onto an inferior? I'm pushing it onto an inferior. Goodbye." "No, I need you to do it yourself. The superiors are being demanding. They're insisting that the head of each team does something. Look, I don't care what you do. I'm as annoyed as you are. You can do a pantomime about the administration, for all I care. Just do something." House walked out of the office without saying anything. Cuddy sighed.
"If she said you have to do it, you kind of do." Wilson said. "She's your boss, she can fire you." "She's not going to, I'm the best diagnostic doctor in the country." House replied, setting down his cane on the couch. "Maybe, but she can. And good to know you're working on the modesty issue." "It's the truth, not bragging." "You don't seem to grasp the concept that truth can still be bragging." House half-smiled. "Nice to know you agree." "I didn't- Well, I do agree. But you still have to do it." House grunted and reached for the remote.
Wilson walked past the table and peered over House's shoulder at the laptop. "What are you doing?" "What you wanted me to." he growled. "Right." he said and walked on.
There was a distinct muttering in House's team's aisle at the presentation. House himself had failed to turn up, but Wilson had told them he'd actually done something, which none of them had actually expected. They'd all expected him to just not do it. 'Introducing' flashed across the screen. 'the five dwarves of Princeton-Plainsboro.' A cartoon character of Wilson flashed up. 'Softy'. Thirteen. 'Sexy'. Taub. 'Sassy.' Foreman. 'Bossy.' And finally, House. They were all waiting for what he'd have done himself as. 'The smart one.' Wilson laughed first, in a different row, and it gradually spread.