Oy vey, her clothes usually do fall off around you. You'll get lucky tonight with Lisa.

My towncar just pulled up with a sober driver. Come on, schmuck. I'm sure Lisa will be wearing one of her slutty nightgowns. *pulls you into the car* 

You're right, putz. Let's go, we need to do this in person. I have the address, you hide in the bushes while I prepare Lisa by telling her what a complete idiot she is being. *grabs a drink for the road*

She's very loud, she gets that from me. I will call her now and put her on the line and if you don't talk to her I am going to stick my cane somewhere that will hurt you very much.

*orders another round* No, I still have some use for you. You and Lisa aren't done quite yet. I remember spending the night at Lisa's before and having you two schtup in the room next door. It was a triple X porno with all the sound effects. Call her.

Her expectations are flawed, that's why she's gone through so very many men. She expects perfection because that's how she viewed her father but he was far from perfect. *drinks a shot* She's neurotic, controlling and stubborn. But the sex was great, right? Worth giving it another shot?

*drinks* If that was true I'd have no problem telling you that, throwing this drink in your eye and walking out. But no, Lisa is a mess without you. You two are both so screwed up and in your own warped way it makes you perfect for each other. Now do something.

*downs drink in two sips* She's a dysfunctional mess.

Of course that's all true but you need to step out of the self pity and fix things. Fix things with me and buy me booze.

You know what I am going to say? That you're a putz that never deserved my daughter. Well, you are. Now go get her.

You wish it was a dream. *jabs your leg repeatedly with my cane* See, you are awake. Now fix me a drink while I tell you what a putz you are.

You should be very scared. What am I doing here? I'm here to kill you.

We meet again, schmuck.

*Text back* ~ Same old House, you didn't change.. You know the rules, no sex with my clients. I'll see you tomorrow ~

*Texts back* ~ Hi Greg. Nice to hear from you. I suppose you need something from me. Can't leave Short Hills right now. I'll come to Princeton this weekend if you want. Hope you're fine. x ~

Well...no, but it's what I expected. 

Good for you, House. How do you like Adams and Park?

I think I'd pay to see that. And...thanks. You too. You seem fine, so you couldn't have done anything too drastic while I was gone. But then again...it is you, so...

Of course. Because who wouldn't miss your chronic arrogance and sarcasm?