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Lovers In Japan 71 - The Scientist 74 Talk 51 +

^Thank you; thank you. :bow: And the smilie for bows is totally wrong but whatever.

I hated Billy Mays so much.

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I FINISHED IT :dance:

Here it is, everyone, the very first COLDPLAYING HOUSISMS QUOTESPAM!! in honor of Sara's 6,000th post! :hat::juggle::jester::juggle::hat: "I was never that great a math, but next to nothing is higher than nothing, right?" "Occam's Razor. The simplest explanation is almost always somebody screwed up." "Idiopathic, from the Latin meaning we're idiots cause we can't figure out what's causing it." “Saying yoo-hoo to the whoo-whoo.” "There is not a thin line between love and hate. There is --- in fact --- a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate." "Saying there appears to be some clotting is like saying there's a traffic jam ahead. Is it a ten-car pile up, or just a really slow bus in the center lane? And if it is a bus, is that bus thrombotic or embolic? I think I pushed the metaphor too far." “Biitttchin-n-n-n-n….” “You’re insane.” “I’m an insane genius.” “ARE YOU INSANE?” “…” “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” “I’m not depressed, I’m on speeeeee-e-e-e-e-dd-d-d-d.” “Is your mommy a big, fat idiot?” “*nods*” “Oh, whadaya know? Guess you were right!” “I know you’re in there!! I can hear you caring.” “You’re taking it back.” “Mo-o-mmm!” “Come on in, brothers and sister! Welcome to the house of the Lord. Brother, can yew testify as to why this poor child’s eyeball rolled back into his head? It is easier for a wise man to gain access to heaven!” “Oh goodness! I left my door open! My poor dog must’ve run away and been hit by a car, a truck… a train… an anvil……………Thank god. He’s still here. HE’S STILL HERE!” “Marching the pengiun.” “That’s… funny, it says… ‘James Wilson.’ That’s a… strange typo…” “AAARGHAAARRR” “Should I get a sedative?” “No, I’m good, thanks.” “Bros before hos, man.” “House, this is God.” “Look, I’m a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. How ’bout Thursday?” “Where’s the wood box?” “The wood… box…” “Yeah. It’s made of wood, and it’s box-shaped.” “Yeah, he probably got restless and shifted one hemisphere of his brain to a more comfortable position.” “You cath’d yourself?” “It’s actually not that bad after the first… oh, nine or ten inches.” “This isn’t because I was speeding, this is because I’m Latino!” “John! John! We’re gonna figure out what’s wrong with you. First we need to know one thing. HAVE YOU EVER APPEARED IN ANY PORNOS?” “Okay… Either you suck at math, or you’re going to die in two seconds.” “Are you high?” “Higher than you.” “…You suck at math.” “Ya-ya-ing the sisterhood.” “YOU CAN’T STOP OUR LOVE.” “You’re in denial.” “No I’m not!!” “Oh, by the way, your mom called. Your dad’s dead.” “There’s something called… blooohd in the pleural effusion. Oh wait, it’s not blooohd, it’s blood.” “Oooh, you’re selling religion. I’m sorry, I bought some Islam yesterday.” “Can’t you see his heart is fine? Stop torturing him! What kind of doctor are you?” “Of course I care! What a horrible thing to say!” “House!” “HOUSE.” “HOUSE!!!” “Oh, just in case I need them… where, exactly, will Dr. Foreman be keeping my balls?” “What the hell’re you doing?” “Finding Nemo.” “Are you saying she’s masturbating?” “I was trying to be discrete. There’s a child in the room.” “Until this injustice is righted, I am going to waste thirteen grand a day.” “I’m saving a woman’s life!!” “Two dollars and forty-nine cents down…” “OH. MY. GOD. You’re not wearing underwear!” “How much is thirteen grand divided by four cents?” “OH. MY. GOD!” “Livers are important, Cuddy. You can’t live without them. Hence the name.” “If Chase screwed up so badly, why didn’t you fire him?” “He has great hair.” “Saw Amber drop off Wilson this morning.” “Yes. The male always drives the female.” “Hi, Greg. And I call you Greg because we’re now social equals.” “I call you ‘cutthroat bitch’ because… well, quad rat demonstratum. And I speak Latin because I don’t try to hide what an ass I am.” “Hey, stop that Jew!” “Oh snap.” “Oh SNAP.” “Zing!” “But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motril.” “It wants the blue pills.” “…You’re talking about your penis in the third person.” “How are you hitting yourself, though. Is it closed fist, or open hand?” “Open hand.” "Regarding wardrobe... are you too young to remember Spandex?" “Well, that’s… that’s what they teach you at Harvard Med. How hard are you hitting yourself?” “*slap*” “Are you being intentionally dense?” “HUH?” “I’m sorry, I missed that; could you do that again?” “*slap*” “Ooohhh, did I hurt the big-time oncologists wittle feelings?” “That’s… that’s very good. Hiccups.” “Go check out the hood, dawg.” “I shot him. He’s dead.” “Can we get a fecal smear?” “FECAL SMEAR.” “Go up his rear, and get a smear.” “My pants tell you I have diabetes?” “No, they tell me you’re an idiot.” “You’re reading a comic book.” “And you’re calling attention to your bosom by wearing a low-cut top. Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we ere having a state-the-obvious contest. I’m competitive by nature.” “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a six-foot hose shoved up your large intestine?” “No, but I now have a much greater respect for whichever basketball player you dated in college.” “I suppose… you need to check my heart…” “Noooo… no.” “ATTICA, ATTICA, ATTICA, ATTICA!” “I was listening to her heart. It went ‘Greg-House, Greg-House, Greg-House.’” “Attica?” “She’d have sex with an invertibrate!” “Come on, they’re not that bad.” “What can I say? Girls with no teeth turn me on.” “Where’s Cuddy?” “In this drawer. It’s a rescue mission.” “It could be lupus…” “It’s not what you think. I know it looks like we’re cleaning dishes, but actually, we’re having sex.” “Nice cane.” “If I know what you mean.” “Do you have hair in your special place?” “Shut up.” “Shut up.” “Shut up.” “SHUT UP.” “For the love of GOD, could somebody shut that kid UP??” “Who da man? I da man.” "You test-drive a car before you buy it. You have sex before you get married. I can't hire a team based on a ten-minute interview! What if I don't like having sex with them??" "Mrs. Bradbury, please sign the forms so we can start the dialysis." "But why anti-depressants? I don't understand!" "...Mrs. Bradbury, please sign the forms so we can start the dialysis." "Wilson, you idiot." "Listen carefully and no one will get hurt. You must follow these instructions. Any attempt to contact the FBI... or other law enforcement agencies... or... Cuddy... will be met with -- And a large Coke. No ice." "Give it back." "I fired you." "No you didn't." "He fired you. You're number six." "No I'm not. I'm number nine." "I approve of your shamelessness." "*yaaay*" "You're still fired." "*fuck*" "How advanced is the pneumonia?" "It's taking college courses." "Um, ahem, I would like to buy some cocaine, please." "I don't care about semantics." "You anti-semantic bastard!" "Excuse me. Dr. House?" "...Nooo. His lazy ass called in sick again. You can leave a message." "Admit it. ADMIT IT. Admititadmititadmititadmititadmititadmititadmit..." CRASH "You gotta get down here, they've got a satelite aimed directly at Cuddy's vagina. I told them chances of invasion were slim to none, but..." "Still not boring..." "Another patient saved by girl-on-girl action." "I need you... to bring me the thong of Lisa Cuddy. Not kidding. Thong. Cuddy. Go." "It's how I got hired..." “Cuz I’m a very high-strung lapdog. RWOOF. RWOOF. RWOOF.” “The healer with his magic powers / I could rub his gentle brow for hours…” “Is he okay?” “He’s just tired. From being in a coma so long.” “His manly chest, his stubbled jaw / everything about him leaves me raw…” “Psych ward’s upstairs.” “Thought you usually had lunch with coma guy.” “This is vegetative state guy.” “…With joy. Oh, House, your very name / will never leave this girl the same.” “This conversation is over because I have officially run out of clever things to call this guy.” :hat2:

^I'm not into doing picspams of band members, though. Or really even a picspam of Hugh. Lols, I posted a picture of Chris in the Chris pic thread and illluvcoldplay almost shot me down for it :P anyway. I'll just sit around waiting for some of those House-isms requests before I do my quotespam.

Fine, I'll try :D Anybody have any specific requests?

Yeah, but not EVERYBODY here likes House so that might not be a good idea...

If I were a moderator of this website..... .....:sneaky:

Somebody wanted me to do a Hugh Laurie picspam a while back :stunned:

^So are you. And yeah, I know. Any suggestions for something awethome for me to do?

6!

*puts on Paul voice* Let's talk about how awesome I am.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVACUjHn6yU]YouTube - Michael Jackson is Dead[/ame] :whistle:

^Trust me, you do not want a pet cheetah.

^^Why THANK YOU, Crest! :cheesy: ^Outer Space is pretty good, so you can have a 7. :nice:

It's 10:29 AM and I am eating White Cheddar Cheez-its and also wasting time just like Crest

^Oh, I knew that :goofy: You get a 6 then edit: @ Crest

Milica!

It doesn't even bear thinking about

Laying in the reeds = not very cool :whip: About a 5.

The World Turned Upside Down :heart:

This. Also please tell me the cats were raised by people... Anyway they are all super adorable :heart:

Did you mean to do -/+ instead of +/-? :thinking: