Let Them Eat Cake

The team takes on the case of a fitness guru on an all-natural diet who collapsed while filming a video. Meanwhile, Foreman conducts Huntington's Disease drug trials and Thirteen signs on as a subject, Cuddy is forced to move into House's office, and Kutner uses House's name to run an online medical-advice website.

House: "Have you seen my balls?"
Cuddy: "Can you hold on a second?"
House: "My balls. Have you seen my balls? Giant one and the red one..."
Cuddy: "Your plan isn't going to work."
House: "Of course it is. I try to make you miserable, to make you leave; you deny that it's making you miserable and try to make me miserable, so I'll stop making you miserable, and eventually you will leave, citing reasons that had nothing to do with misery..."
Cuddy: "You're not bothering me."
House: "Step 1: complete."
Cuddy: "I'm going to call you from my cell. [Hangs up phone] And then I will come back in here! [To person on cell phone] Hey. Yeah... I just had to explain to him that I had his balls and he's not getting them back. [Walks by House] Excuse me."

House: "Forget the bypass. Treat her like a fat girl."
Taub: "We treat her like a sixty-year-old Asian man, too? She's not fat."
House: "Not on the outside. But on the inside, she's still tons of fun."

Patient: "If surgery could somehow make you taller, would you do it?"
Taub: "Sure, but I wouldn't call a meeting of the Lollipop Guild and tell them they can grow if they work real hard at it."

House: "No point, I'm in an elevator. Can't run away."

House: "Pronoun confusion. Starts kicking in when you pass child bearing age."

House: "Other than throwing off the Feng Shui with her ass that faces all eight sides of the bagua at once?"

House: "Wow. Muscles and curves. My penis is so confused."

House: "Can someone please stop back seat differential-ating?"

House: "Everyone in this room knows exactly how this will play out. I try to make you miserable to make you leave. You deny it's making you miserable and try to make me miserable so I'll stop trying to make you miserable. And eventually you will leave, citing reasons that have nothing to do with misery."

House: "I'm doing my famous impression of Socrates. Think I really nailed the accent."

House: "Knew your ass was huge, didn't know it was also toxic."

House: "For evil to succeed, all it takes is for good men to do nothing."

House: "Is that fun for you? Analyzing everyone else's fun away?"

House: "If her brain's slowly turning into Swiss Cheese, not a whole lot we can do..."

House: "You're not stopping me for medical reasons. You're stopping me because you have the hots for me."

House: "Why are you dressed like that? Why are you trying so hard to get my attention?"

House: "Sick people, who are sick enough to make it to me, don't spontaneously get better. Not as pithy, but yes technically more accurate."

House: "I'd give you an IV of the stuff, but the frosting tends to get stuck in the little tube."

House: "Most people don't have the guts to admit they'd rather be pretty than healthy. Income's better and you get more action."

House: "He should check his pants -- I think we might have an anal hygiene violation."