"Why should I want to ask? A free vacation from work? That's like the greatest gift ever! If you don't count that one time in Vegas with the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders."
And House gave her his ever sarcastic and overly dramatic eye wink. Wink, wink.
"A doctor, you say? Or maybe I'm just one of those super annoying people who like to point out the flaws in other people's personalities and habits as an excuse to hide my own failings as a human being. I guess being a doctor would be cooler. But didn't you know? They don't let fellows with bum legs practice medicine. Or maybe it was they don't let people like Kevin Bacon and Kiefer Sutherland practice medicine? Mainly because Flatliners was so cool everyone in med school thought that killing themselves was a great idea. But you and I know better."
It was a ramble. But House liked to ramble. And he frequently did. He was also a big fan of metaphors. Sometimes they made sense. Sometimes they got lost in the description. Of course, it always took him a while to get to the punchline. Very long metaphors were his favorite. Right next to sports metaphors and hooker metaphors. Both which usually worked very well since chances were that anyone who wasn't on steroids or performance enhancing drugs probably had an STD.
"How was the rain? Was it any different? Between here and England that is."
Still riding the high. Take in the absurdities. Mmm. He sincerely hoped this wasn't a dream. Having Wilson wake him up from this surreal experience would be devastating.