House (from November 23, 06)

(House and Wilson walking down the hallway.)

Wilson: You don't want a healthy leg.

House (rolling his eyes): Oh here we go.

Wilson: If you've got a good life, if you're healthy, you've got no reason to bitch, no reason to hate life.

House: Well here's the flaw in your argument: If I enjoy hating life, I don't hate life, I enjoy it.

Wilson: I didn't say it was rational.

(They stop walking.)

Wilson: HIV testing is 99% accurate, which means there are some people who test positive, who live with their own impending doom for months, or years, before finding out everything's OK. Weirdly, most of them don't react with happiness, or even anger. They get depressed. Not because they wanted to die, but because they've defined themselves by their disease. Suddenly, what made them them, isn't real.

House: I don't define myself by my leg.

Wilson (laughs): No, you have taken it one step further. The only way you could come to terms with your disability, was to somehow make it mean nothing. So you had to redefine everything. You have dismissed anything physical. Anything not coldly, calculatingly intellectual.