Holding On

Wilson: "So now my hair's going to fall out next week?"
House: "No, all I did was temporarily kill you. How was it?"

"I didn't do it. Whatever 'it' is. But if I had shoved those season tickets down some toilets, I wold have done it because you asked me to. You wanted to replace Wilson. I prank Wilson all the time. Enjoy."

House: "I need you, OK? I want you to be around as long as possible. Because I don't know what I'm going to do without you."
Wilson: "No! Don't do that. I don't owe you anything. Our entire relationship has been about you. My dying is about me."

House: "You don't have to just accept it."
Wilson: "Yes! I do have to accept it. I have five months to live, and you're making me go through this alone! I'm pissed because I'm dying, and it's not fair. And I need a friend. I need to know that you're there. I need you to tell me that my life was worthwhile. And I need you to tell me that you love me."
House: "I won't tell you that unless you fight."

Adams: "You think actually showing up for work is enough to make up for ruining an MRI, endangering the patient, injuring us?"
House: "I've got an airtight alibi . . . that I'm working on."

Taub: "You can't just give up on Wilson. You know he needs you. You know he's making an impossible choice. He just doesn't want to live in pain."
House: "Life is pain! I wake up every morning, I'm in pain! I go to work in pain! You know how many times I wanted to just give up? How many times I thought about ending it?"

Wilson: "Are you really OK that there's only five months left?"
House: "No, but it's better than nothing."
Wilson: "Um, how do we start?"
House: "Well, I'm not going to say I love you."
Wilson: "Thank God. Got any Oreos?"