Author has written 9 stories for Yu-Gi-Oh, Marching Band, King Kong, and House, M.D..
Well okay, so what can I say? I am a total band geek. Band is my life. I basically live in the band hall. I see my band groupies more often than my family members. I look up to my band director...and the list goes on. However, I DO have other interests. Or, you know, I could just list them as an obsession. Thomas Kretschmann I admire this guy so damn much. He's an incredible actor. An amazing man. And...he's German and looks realllly good :)
Here's some info about me:
Likes: House MD, Harry Potter, Music, How I Met Your Mother, Interested in WWII
Dislikes: Rude/Obnoxious people, Suck ups, Seafood, Milk, Math
"Perseverance does not equal worthiness"
"Could we get off my screw-ups and focus on theirs? Theirs are bigger."
"No, there is not a thin line between love and hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every twenty feet between love and hate."
"Sometimes the best gift is the gift of never seeing you again."
"Ah, my birthday. Normally I'd put on a festive hat and celebrate the fact that the Earth has circled the sun one more time; I really didn't think it was going to make it this year, but darn it if it wasn't the little planet that could all over again."
"Drugs don't make me high, they make me neutral."
Chase: How would you feel if I interfered in your personal life?
House: I'd hate it. That's why I cleverly have no personal life.
"She's the CEO of Sonyo Cosmetics. Three assistants and 15 VPs checked out who should be treating her. Who da man? I da man. I always suspected."
"Problem is, if I can't trust you, I can't trust your statement that I can trust you. But thanks anyway, you've been a big help."
"Are you...comparing me to God? I mean, that's great, but just so you know, I've never made a tree."
"The eyes can mislead, the smile can lie, but the shoes always tell the truth."
"Period? More like dot dot dot."
"So I'm the guy...but you want the other guy, who technically by definition, can never be THE guy."
"I love children. So full of hope."
"...I'm not going to kiss you, no matter what you say."
"THAT'S why you don't get to use my markers."
"This is a mistake. I don't know how to have casual conversation. You think you're talking about one thing, and either you are and it's incredibly boring, or you're not because it's a subtext and you need a decoder ring."
Stacy: God, you're an idiot!
House: I like to think of myself as more of a jerk.
"I know your friends with her, but there is a code. Bros before hos, man."
Cameron: I took an oath to do no harm.
House: Yeah, well, it's not like they made you sign it or anything.
"I'm interested in your interests."
House: Is it still illegal to perform an autopsy on a living person?
Cuddy: Are you high?
House: If it's Tuesday, I'm wasted.
Cuddy: It's Wednesday.
"I'm happy to report that we are now so in sync, we're actually wearing each other's underwear."
Cuddy: You're actually talking about killing her.
House: Just for a little while, I'll bring her right back.
Cuddy: Oh, well, in that case go ahead. Why are we even talking?
"You know me. Hostility makes me shrink up like a...I can't think of a non-sexual metaphor.
SebastianSnaps his fingers Another person just died. Where is your outrage?
Housekeeps snapping Sure, they're dying, but its got a great beat.
"I'm not the one being sued. I feel funny.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Pheochromocytoma. Actually, I'm not sure how you spell it.
House: Gimme a reason to get out of this, and I'll tell you who started the rumor about you being a transsexual.
Cuddy: There is no such rumor.
House: There will be unless you get me out of this dinner.
House: You are healed. Rise and walk.
Patient: Are you insane?
House: In the Bible, they just say, "Yes, Lord" and start on in with the praising.
protests but regains feeling and gets up
Patient: What did you do?
House: What did you do, Lord?
"It's not what you think. I know it looks like we're cleaning dishes, but actually, we're having sex."
Sebastian: Every minute 4 people die of TB.
House: Wow, how can you sleep at night?
Sebastian: There's people dying in Africa of a disease that we cured over 50 years ago...
House: Yeah, I know. I saw the concert. Seriously, let's say you sleep 6 hours, that means every night you kill 1440 people. I guess you gotta get some sleep, but come on, if you stayed up another 10 minutes you could have saved 40 lives. Do you send notes to the families in the morning? That's gonna take at least 10 minutes, so that's another 40 dead, another 40 notes...why don't you go wrack yourself with guilt in your own room?
"But when I really believe in something, gosh dang it, I gotta chance to make a difference here."
Wilson: If you have the money, then why did you need the loan?
House: I didn't. Just wanted to see if you would give it to me. I've been borrowing increasing amounts ever since you lent me 40 dollars a year ago. A little experiments to see where you draw the line.
Wilson: You're...you're trying to...objectively measure how much I value our friendship?!
House: Hey, it's five grand. You've got nothing to be ashamed of.
Cameron: How would you describe my leadership skills?
House: Nonexistent. Otherwise excellent.
Cameron: His brain is like a waiter that's got too many...
House: Hey! I do the metaphors!
Wilson: -Doing House's MRI: House, this is God.
House: Look, I'm a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time Thursday?
Wilson: Let me check. Oh! I got a plague! What about Friday?
House: You'll have to check with Cameron.
Wilson: Oh! Damn it! She always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I'm gonna come up with a new answer this time.
-Cuddy bursts in- House!
House: Quick God, smite the evil witch!
Cuddy: Are you sitting on evidence that your patient was sexually abused by her father?
House: God, why have you forsaken me?
House: Wilson! How long can you go without sex?
Wilson: How long can you go without being annoying?
House: No, seriously. A week? A month?
Foreman: -Starts writing on House's whiteboard-
House: Sorry. There's a reason why it's called a white board.
Foreman: You wanna give me that black marker?
"You know, it's all nice when people start to dig these holes, but then they start to live in these holes and get angry when someone pushes dirt into those holes. Come out of your holes, people!!"
Moriarty: You think that the only truth that matters is that truth can be measured. Good intentions don't count. What's in your heart doesn't count. Caring doesn't count. But a man's life can be measured by how many tears are shed when he dies. Just because you can't measure them, just because you don't wanna measure them, doesn't mean it's not real. And even if I'm wrong, you're still miserable. Did you really think that your life's purpose was to sacrifice yourself and get nothing in return? No...you believe that there is no purpose, to anything, even the lives you save you dismiss. You turn the one decent thing in your life and you taint it, strip it of all meaning. You're miserable for nothing...I don't know why you'd wanna live.
House: Why did you try to kill me?
Moriarty: I didn't.
House: Then the gun thing might have been a mistake.
"Gotta go-building full of sick people. If I can hurry, maybe I can avoid them."
House: I'm a night owl, Wilson's an early bird. We're different species.
Cuddy: Them move him into his own cage.
House: Who'll clean the droppings from mine?
"Idiots are fun. No wonder every village wants one."
Wilson: Obsession is dangerous
House: Only if you're on a wooden ship and your obsession is a whale. I think I'm in the clear.
Wilson: You do realize it's a metaphor?
House: You do realize that the point of metaphors is to scare people from doing things by telling them that something much scarier is going to happen, than what will really happen? God, I wish I had a metaphor to explain that better.
"Well, here's the flaw in your argument. If I enjoy hating life, I don't hate life. I enjoy it."
Wilson: And that's why religious belief annoys you. Because if the universe operates by abstract rules, you can learn them, you can protect yourself. If a Supreme Being exist, he can squash you at any time he wants.
House: He knows where I am.
"Why don't I have hi-def in my office? I'm a department head!"
Cuddy: You've seen her breasts?
House: It was a medical exam. I was listening to her heart; it went "Greg House, Greg House, Greg House."
"Is this an intervention? It's a little late, since I'm not using drugs anymore. I am, however, still hooked on phonics."
House: Does nobody in this hospital have anything better to talk about than my motives? My motives have nothing to do with the case
Cuddy: Your motives have everything to do with your judgement.
House: For the first time in years I've got no opiates in my body, now you question my judgement.
"Okay, fine! I'll father your child!... But first you've got to write me a Vicodin prescription. Just so that I can get through foreplay.
House: Come on in, brothers and sister! Welcome to the house of the Lord!
Cameron: House, come on, the chapel?
House: I've been blessed with the miracle of a new symptom. Brother, can you testify as to why this child's eyeball rolled back into his head?
"I try to kill him, you're mad. I don't kill him, you're mad."
Wilson: You know why people are nice to other people?
House: Oh, I know this one. Because people are good, decent, and caring. Either that, or people are cowards. If I'm mean to you, you'll be mean to me. Mutually assured destruction.
Wilson: Are you okay?
Cuddy: Yeah, fine.
Wilson: Okay, by "Are you okay" I meant, what the hell did House do?
Wilson: House! Just give me a minute. You're afraid of the pain.
House: -brandishes cane- You're not?
Tritter: Merry Christmas.
House: And a happy go to hell.
House: Would you like to get a drink?
Cameron: Are you serious or are you just trying to change the subject?
House: No, I'm serious. I drink, you drink. We could do it at the same time, same table. Do you eat? We could do that too. I mean, if the answer's no that's cool but...
Cameron: No, I...it's just...you're just coming off the surgery and you're not yourself yet and I work with you and even though last year's...you're smiling! I'm saying no and you're smiling!
House: Oh, don't take it personally. It's just because you're full of crap. You have no interest in going out with me. Maybe you did, when i couldn't walk and I was a sick puppy that you could nurture back to health. Now that I'm healthy, there's nothing in it for you.
Cameron: You're not healthy.
Cameron: Is your leg hurting?
House: Is that question helping?
Cameron: You're leaning
House: You're sitting.
Cameron: You're evading.
House: My head hurts.
Tritter: I don't wanna sue you.
Tritter: I want to beat the crap out of you.
House ...Less good.
Cameron: You're lucky he didn't die.
House: I'm lucky? He's the one who didn't die.
Cuddy: You think you can get me to do anything you want, regardless of how stupid it is?
House: It's my office; it's where I work, where I think, where I save lives, allowing you to brag to righ people so they'll give you more money to spend on MRIs and low-cut tops. I want it back the way it was.
Foreman: It took half an hour to get a mask on the kid for the lung scan!
House: Well, I'm sorry, was there somewhere you needed to be?
Cuddy: I heard about your little stunt with Dr. Powell.
House: Not really a stunt. More of a trick, a ruse, a hoodwink.
Cuddy: A lie.
House: Okay. Lying is sometimes good, right? Like when you're trying to teach someone a lesson about humility, or something. All I'm trying to do is save his life. He's not gonna learn anything; I thought the same principle might apply.
Wilson: What exactly did Cuddy tell you?
House Nothing that your body language isn't telling me now. So, what was the plan? That I'd feel so humble by missing a case that I'd reevaluate my entire life, question nature, truth, and goodness, and become Cameron?
Wilson: Something like that. More that if we told you the truth; that you'd solved the case based on absolutely no medical proof, that you'd think you were God. And I was worried your wings would melt.
House: God doesn't limp.
Cuddy: Pay attention to me!
House: Sorry, that would make it harder to ignore you.
Wilson: You couldn't make Cuddy miserable so you're going to make me miserable so I can make Cuddy miserable on your behalf?
Wilson: What makes you think I can make her miserable?
House: Because you're good at that stuff.
Wilson: Ohhh, I'm nothing compared to you.
"-referring to 600lb patient- Talk to the neighbors, search the house. Let's see what else Shamu's been up to besides eating. This conversation is over because I have officially run out of clever things to call the guy."
Wilson: You didn't tell the wife it was only a grunt?
House: Of course not, because then she would never have consented to a bunch of dangerous tests. I don't remember you being this bitchy.
Wilson: The Vicodin dulled it, in the sober light of day, I'm a buzz kill. You're giving false hope to a family that's been wrecked. Don't torture them, let it go, tell the wife it was only a grunt, tell her to go home.
House: Can't let her down like that, pumped her up with too much false hope.
"Blue vision isn't a symptom. It's a side effect of Viagra. It's right there on the label, which I have no reason to have read except that I'm a doctor."
Wilson: You're a coward, House. You find fault in everybody because you're afraid to look at yourself.
House: Thanks. I was running short on platitudes, you can leave now.
"You could throw a dart at all the adjectives between "arrogant and "unhinged" and I'm sure you'd hit one that describes me."
Wilson: She's looking to connect ith you, and that's what's scaring the hell out of you. Tell her the truth.
House: There is no truth.
Wilson: Are we role-playing? Am I you? I don't want to be you.
Cuddy: Is that Vicodin?
House: Breath mint. Thought you were going to kiss me.
House: You slept with her.
Wilson: Yes, I slept with her.
House: Yes, you did!
Wilson: Yes, I did.
Wilson: No. You've got a problem, House.
-House was aiming a laser pointer's beam at Cuddy who was conducting a meeting in her office-
Cuddy: I'm sitting in there, hoping it's a sniper, because at least then the sociopath isn't my employee!
House: This baby won me second place in the Clinic's weekly Weirdest Things Pulled Out an Orifice contest.
"This is my office, I'm talking, there are people here who work for me, but not listening. Explain this to me."
Cuddy: Your pain has become my pain. From now on, you get reasonable doses at reasonable times.
House: But I hurt in an unreasonable way.
Cuddy: Then dip into your secret stash.
House: Tritter took it.
Cuddy: Then move on to your secret-secret stash.
House: I ran out.
Cuddy: Then move on to your secret-secret-secret stash!
"I'm sure I could say this without sounding condescending, but then you'd get the false impression that I respect you."
Cameron: You're going to spend a week in a wheelchair just to get a parking closer to the front door.
House: easier than chopping off my legs.
Wilson: Ah yes, if it isn't Dr. Ironside.
House: Ah, if it isn't Dr. "I had no friends when I was growing up, so all I did was watch TV by myself which is why I can now make pop cultural references which no one understands but me.
Wilson: That's my name, don't wear it out.
Hannah: Every morning, I have to check my eyes to make sure I didn't scratch a cornea in my sleep.
House: Oh God, stop. I'm in a pool of tears here.
Hannah: I can't cry.
House: Neither can I. Every morning I check my eyes for jaundice in case the Vicodin's finally shot my liver.
Hannah: I can't run anywhere without examining all my toes for swelling.
House: I can't run
Hannah: Boys can't hold me for too long because I can overheat.
House: Girls can't hold me for too long because I only pay for an hour.
Hannah: I need an alarm on my watch to remind me to go the bathroom. You know how many humiliating experiences before I thought of that.
House: The bathroom's 50 feet from my office. Every drink of water I weigh the pros and cons.
Hannah: After everything I do, I self-check: Mouth, tongue, gums for cuts. Count teeth, check temperature. Fingers, toes and joints for swelling, skin for bruises.
House: I got shot.
House: I was curious. Since I'm not a cat, that's not dangerous.
Wilson: I don't think that metaphor was actually designed to warn cats.
House: Pretend your leg is a piano.
Patient: But it's not a piano.
House: I know. That's why I said pretend.
House: Where's Foreman?
Wendy: He's down here somewhere.
House: Somewhere. Very helpful.
Wendy: Do you have any idea when he' getting out tonight?
Wendy: I realize you can't predict. I just thought you might be able to estimate. It's Valentine's Day. I've planed a surprise getaway.
House: -Speaking slower- Getaway. -Wendy looks puzzled- Get Away.
Cameron: You weren't shot because of leg pain, you were shot because you're a jerk!
House: Some people think the two are connected.
Little girl: Can I have a french fry?
House: Get your own.
Little girl: You took the last ones.
House: What's wrong with you?
Little Girl: I've got spinal muscular atrophy.
House: -sighs- At least it's not contagious. -shoves the plate of frenchfries over- Nice bear.
Little girl: It's a dog. -cuddy enters-
Cuddy: House, it's not Still's. Steroids helped until the patient started bleeding from the ears and mouth.
House: It's bear.
Little girl: His name is Bill, he's a dog.
Cuddy: You win, you can have Vicodin.
House: Words have set meanings for a reason, you see an animal like Bill and you try to play fetch, Bill's going to eat you because Bill's a bear.
Cuddy: Are you on something? -House gives her a look that confirms her question- You got your hands on pain meds.
Little Girl: Bill has fur, four legs, and a collar, he's a dog.
Cuddy: It's between cancer and autoimmune.
ouse: See, that's what we call a faulty syllogism. Just because you call Bill a dog doesn't mean that he is a dog.
Wilson: Why aren't you detoxing?
House: Willpower. -pops a pill-
House: Normal's not normal if you're not normal.
Wilson: Did you just take a pill?
House: No. -Wilson looks at Cuddy, Cuddy looks annoyed.-
Wilson: How many pills have you taken?
House: Not nearly as many as I'm gonna take. Forgotten how deicious they were.
Cuddy: I didn't give them to him.
Cuddy: Stand up. -ducklings get up to leave-
House: Sit down. -ducklings sit down- Your turn.
"Reality is always almost wrong."
House: You ok?
Wilson: Yeah, I think so.
House: Talk to Cuddy?
Wilson: No, not yet! I don't know what to say to her!
House: Just... be straight with her.
Wilson: I'm..I'm not sure what that is. I...I can't stop thinking about her.
House: In what way?
Wilson: Maybe she's right. Maybe...maybe this is something worth exploring?
House: You sure she feels...
Wilson: She sent me flowers! How do I do this? What do I say?
House: Cameron would tell you to tell her how you feel. Me, I'd get her drunk.
Wilson: I'm not going to say anything. I'm just going to walk into her office, and I'm going to kiss her.
House: -tries not to burst out laughing- That's...a bold move. Cuddy likes bold. Yeah, you're right. If you spoke, you'd say something stupid.
Wilson: Yeah, It's either I get a girlfriend or I get fired. Ok...yeah...okay... -looks at House and then leaves, comes back a couple of seconds later- You, you, you! You were going to let me do that?!
House: -Laughing- Well, you had a compelling argument.
Wilson: YOU sent those flowers to me!
House: Yes, because you took her to a play. Because actually, you do want to march down there and kiss her.
Wilson: No, I don't!
House: Yes, you do.
Wilson: You're right.
Wilson: No. -House smiles- You're a jerk.
House: Night Wilson.
Wilson: Night House.
"I was never great at math, but next to nothing is higher than nothing, right?"
Cuddy: -Waking up House who's sleeping in his office- Up and at 'em. You're supposed to be at clinic duty.
House: Yeah, like I could sleep down there with all the crying and coughing.
House: How are we doing on the cotton swabs today? If there's a critical shortage, I could run home.
Cuddy: No, you couldn't.
House: That was awesome!
Wilson: Shut up.
House: I gotta start pretending to care.
Wilson: I did exactly what Cuddy told us not to do.
House: No, you didn't. You did exactly what she told me not to do. You're completely in the clear.
Cuddy: -To House- Do you have anything to add to this debate?
House: -Not looking up from his magazine- Wilson's right, Foreman's wrong, and your shirt is way too revealing for the office.
Wilson: Why am I meeting you here?
House: Paying for my new cane. It was your dog.
Wilson: So that's it. You call me a coward, life goes on.
House: Apparently. You showed up
Wilson: -shakes head and starts to walk off-
House: I'm sorry.
Wilson: Okay. -Stands next to House-
House: You're pathetic. I didn't actually mean that.
Wilson: Yes, you did.
House: No, I didn't. To infinity.
Wilson: You, you did. You're pathetic.
I was an annoying kid who talked back and made a fool of myself in class. Acting is not an 'English' thing. It's not a thing that school teachers ever advise kids to look into or take seriously. In fact, generally speaking, they probably frown on it. 'Sure, you want to play around with it, but grow up and get a proper job' Which is something I plan to do very soon"- Hugh Laurie
"To me, he's a hero. He's not polite. He's not someone you want to take home to meet your mother, necessarily. This is a guy in search of truth. Incidentally, the truth one day could your life or the life of someone you love. That's a heroic thing."- Hugh Laurie
And my co-author Kadence.
Also, her bestest friend Chocoholixx would like to point out that it's really just too easy to hack her.