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The candidates are now two teams of five women and five men, competing on diagnosing and treating a wheelchair-bound man. Meanwhile House does experiments on himself to test what happens after death, and Foreman, at another hospital, is treating his team in a House-like manner.

House: "Because if I pooped myself in front of Wilson, I'd never hear the end of it."

House: "Oh God, I'm tired of hearing that argument. I don't have to go to Detroit to know it smells."

House: "Cervical lymph node is a garbage dump. Very small one; just one truck comes; and it only comes from one home. Al Gore would be appalled."

House: "You don't think non-answers tell me anything?"

House: "Suddenly you're shy? You pooped your pants in front of me. One of the nasty side-effects of dying."

House: "I check this little box and your new roommates are Jesus and Crazy McLoonybin -- that guy never had a chance."

House: "So we have a new symptom to explain; why does his throat think his lungs are his stomach?"

House: "I wanted to deal with the yelling today because I noticed what you were wearing and I wouldn't have to listen that closely."

House: "If your organs dangle, you're the confederates. If your sex organs are aesthetically pleasing, you're the yanks."

House: "Do your sex organs dangle, Cutthroat Bitch?"