All language subtitles for House - [5x24] - Both Sides Now

The risotto isn't bad,
but it's not what Chef Zane
did back at Fortunato.

He replaced the rosemary
with saffron, for one thing.

And what is this stock?
Did he get it out of a can?

My fish isn't bad.

But it's not great either,
I'm sure. I warned you
against the snapper.

Do you think
it'll calm down?

God. I hope so.

That guy is a bit
of a blowhard,
though, isn't he?

The food's not spicy at all,
you can barely taste it.

Mine's pretty spicy. Try it.

I don't taste anything.

Have you been throwing
rolls at me?

(CLEARING THROAT)

It wasn't me.

Really, he didn't.

I'm so sorry someone would
choose to behave that way.
Really, I...

I'm so sorry.
Really, really,
really sorry.

No, no, no, no.
I swear, I...

It's not me.

A bloody tear could just mean
subconjunctival hemorrhage.

He sneezed too hard
from a cold, which
caused his lack of taste.

House isn't going to care.

Does "black tie optional"
really mean black tie, 'cause
I don't want to rent if...

There's been a glitch
with the wedding.

And House will
be interested.

A "glitch"?

Patient had his
corpus callosum cut

to correct
a seizure issue.

A "glitch"?

The seizures stopped
after the surgery.

But he's having trouble
adjusting to a split brain.

A "glitch"?

This is Dr. Taub.
Tell him about shopping.

I go into a grocery store,
everything seems normal.

I get to the checkout,
and there's all these
extra items in my cart.

Stuff I didn't put there.
Stuff I hate.

My left hand hates me.

Yeah. I think House'll
be interested.

(HOUSE HUMMING)

Just warning you.
I'm in a good mood

and largely pain-free,
so I've got no
idea how things are...

Alien hand syndrome.

Set off by a stroke, or is
there a pony in the backyard?

Split brain. Right hemisphere
controls the left, and...

It's making life miserable.
Non-logical thinkers often do.

The current issue
isn't the split brain.
The surgery corrected...

You're dissing
the right hemisphere?

Most people who have this
operation don't even notice
they're missing anything.

The left brain has language,
arithmetic, rationality,

and right brain
is a mute loser.

The right brain is more
aesthetically oriented, has
greater facial recognition.

I couldn't have been a
plastic surgeon without it.

Yes, and where
would junior high be

without our ability to judge
people on aesthetics?

Right brain's also more aware
of the present moment,

our place in the universe.

It's a universal daisy chain
of peace and love that
throws buns at people.

THIRTEEN: His present symptoms
could mean autoimmune disease,

a nasolacrimal tumor,
an infection or just a cold.

Good morning, sunshine.
We got a brand new toy,
you want to play?

We need to talk.

Great. I love euphemisms.

By "euphemism," I mean
when you say something
but mean something else.

Begin eliminating.
Search the home.

Isn't that locking the
barn door after the horse
has put his face

between your breasts
for an hour and a half?

I'm your boss.
You're an employee.

I'm not normally
into role-playing,
but if you want to...

People who get close
to you get hurt.
That's a fact.

You're also a valued
doctor in this hospital.
That's another fact.

From now on,
we're going to focus
on the second fact.

So, this isn't you freaking
out over last night?

This isn't an emotional
decision. I'm just giving
you the rules.

You can either
accept them or leave.

I slept with Cuddy.

After she helped me
detox from Vicodin.

I've been clean for
almost 24 hours now.

Okay.
Thought I'd mention it.

Wow.

Wow.

One for each.

That's what she said. Ah!

How's the pain?

She's probably
got some bruising.

Yeah, I get it, you're a stud.
This is serious, House.

I feel better than I
did four hours ago.

Four hours from now,
I'll feel better than this.

The other "wow."
You were sober?
She was sober?

Clean and sober and hot.

Wow. This is fantastic.
How are you
gonna screw it up?

Several good options.

Unfortunately, I don't
think she's gonna give
me the pleasure.

She left before I woke up

and five minutes ago,
she told me that
I'm just an employee.

Ha.
Yes.

Well, either she's
actually in love
with you and scared,

or she realized last night
was a gigantic mistake.

You were needy
and vulnerable,
she was maternal.

You think she
jumped me out of pity?

No, I'm saying
whatever is going on,
you need to talk to her.

Absolutely.

Does our patient
freak you out a little?

TAUB: No.

If he's two people,
then we're all two people
and we just don't know it.

And what does that
say about identity?

It says we're making
it up as we go along,
which I find freeing.

Wow, I haven't been
in a bathroom this size
since my dorm in med school.

Is that fungus?

It's from the steam buildup.

What do you think of
this "glitch" with Chase
and Cameron's wedding?

It's always a sad thing when
sperm comes between people.

I hear the sperm
is very good today.

I mean, the salmon.

Go away.
No other tables.

You'd let your wife
keep another man's
offspring on ice

next to the frozen peas,
just in case?

That's what this is about.

She's not ready
to commit to me.
She's planning for failure.

Did you know that male fruit
flies have toxic chemicals
in their seminal fluid

that inhibit the sperm
of other males?

Wilson says we need to talk.

We talked.
I agree.

This has clearly gone
past the talking stage.

What?

Hey. Great, did
you find my MP3?

Not yet. But I got
your shaving stuff,
toothpaste, deodorant,

some magazines,
and this cactus
from your window.

You didn't have to do that.
Really, the hospital
supplies all that stuff.

I'm still trying too hard,
huh? Trying to get your
other half to like me.

No, no, no. Don't say that,
okay? I like you,
which means that...

We shouldn't
read into that.

THIRTEEN: Anti-fungal meds.

Ordinarily we'd put
them in your IV,

but since your right
brain doesn't seem
too fond of IVs...

You should be feeling
better in a few days.

I have to get back to work.

Rick says your shift
will be waiting for you
when you get back.

Thanks.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I have to go. I have
to get back to work.
No, no, no...

Babe, wait. Hold on.
No, no. It wasn't me...

I can't walk.

TAUB: Well, obviously
it wasn't the fungus.

And it's not a coordination
issue. Dehydration can
cause loss of balance.

We haven't had him on IV.

No. Good skin turgor,
not orthostatic.

Could be our tax
dollars at work,

constantly building new
roadways and bridges.

Meningioma. Slow-growing.

It could extend along
the sub-osteal layer
of the cranial cavity,

and be hidden by the bone.

The cancer cells are actually
re-growing a connection

between the left
and right hemispheres.

If you're right, the two
halves have begun
sending messages again,

but it's too early
in the process for
him to pick up on it.

But we can test for it.

HOUSE: Proof.

You didn't talk
to her, did you?

If I'd talked,
she'd have lied,
I'd have lied,

and though two negatives
make a positive,

I thought thermal-imaging
photos seemed simpler.

Note how many more heated
areas appear after less
than a minute with me.

So it's either love,
or possibly rage.

Don't talk to her.

I have no plans
to talk to her.

Manipulation is in
your genetic code.

You think
I'm making a mistake,
you move in to correct.

You are making a mistake.

She lied to me.

Either last night or today.
I need to find out
which and why.

And clearly, thermal
imaging is the way.

This isn't a case. You're not
looking for a diagnosis.

If this matters at all
to you, please, for once
in your life, be an adult.

FOREMAN: Keep your eyes
focused on the plus sign.

Any image that appears on
your far right will only
be seen by your left brain,

and any image on your
far left will only be
seen by your right brain.

Okay.

Just start by
saying the words.

Book, giraffe,
willow, fortunate.

You're not saying the word.

I didn't see a word.

Could you draw a picture
of what you think
the word might be?

Look, I didn't see...

Candle.

This is so cool.

Yeah, that's not
freaky at all.

No communication.

So far.

Scott, why are you standing?

I'm a little chilly.
I thought I'd get a sweater
or something from my room.

Is that okay?

Just a few more minutes.

And that, ladies
and gentlemen,
is the left hemisphere.

The side that's obsessed
with finding answers,

the one that needs
things to make sense,
the interpreter.

That's where we tell
the story of who we are
and why we do things.

That's also the side
that was wrong.

The right brain's advantage
is that it isn't logical,

it doesn't choose which
details to look at.

It makes connections you could
never see. You owe your
insight to the "mute loser."

I'll send it tickets
to a Phillies game.

Confabulation
means no communication.
Means your theory's wrong.

But he is cold.

Why are you scratching?

It itches.

Ammonia breath.

Your liver is failing.

I know for them to approve
this price, they'll need
statistical documentation...

What? Why are you
looking at me?

When you first walked in,
I was under the impression

you wanted to
say something else.

Nope.
About House and me.

There's nothing
to talk about.

(DOOR OPENING)

I want permission
to do a liver biopsy.

We're looking
for sarcoidosis.

Fine.

What do you mean, "Fine"?

What do you mean,
what do I mean?

Do you mean
that because a liver
biopsy is not a test

that by any stretch
of the imagination
could be considered risky,

so asking my permission is
essentially wasting my time,

and you're wondering
what my reaction
to that will be?

Yes.

Are you trying
to make me angry?

Yes.

Do your biopsy. And also,
do your clinic hours.

I'm blowing off
my clinic hours.

Really?

Let's see how that goes.

Still not angry.
Try again later.

(EXHALING)

Sorry. I know
I'm a little ripe.

Just a sweaty guy.
Recently?

Always.

With a crazy left hand.
Sometimes I fantasize
about cutting it off.

Just a fantasy.
It's the hand
that's crazy, not me.

What?

If it doesn't like an
ultrasound wand, how's it
gonna react to a needle?

Can you get music
into this room?

I think you're using your
relationship with Cuddy as
a replacement for drugs.

You should be in more pain
so soon into detoxing,

but your body's full
of romantic endorphins,

and on top of that, you
create this distraction
of looking for proof.

You think I should stop
and let the pain flood back?

Cuddy is not
a Vicodin substitute.

Quite the opposite.

You have to wait
for her to be ready.

Great advice.
You pretend that
I'm going to do that.

You've made two major
changes in your life,

not a time anyone's
judgment is at its best.

Didn't you used to argue
that my judgment would
be better off drugs?

Admit it. You're curious
why I want to make her angry.

I'm sure it's convoluted,
wrong and stupid.

You're dying to know
what I found on
her coffee cup.

No, because...
Oxytocin.

Oxytocin, the chemical
involved in emotional bonding.

Her lips say "no,"
her hormones say "Oh,
my God, yes, more."

No. For you to know
her levels were elevated,

you'd need a baseline
to compare them with.

I paid the guy in the gym
to retrieve one of her water
bottles from the trash.

Love inspires
us to greatness.

So I need to make
her lose her temper,

which breaks her delusion,
which demonstrates
to me, and to her,

that there is something
underneath this facade.

And then what happens?

She admits everything
and falls into your arms?

That's outcome one.
Outcome two is
she kills me.

I think it's
50-50 right now.

Great.

I thought you'd say that.

You're committing
yourself to something.
To someone.

I mean, it's childish in
a way, but ultimately great.

Assuming...
Are you absolutely sure
you want this to succeed?

Why is an old guy
standing in my doorway?

Eugene Schwartz.

Eugene Schwartz.

Dr. Cuddy asked me to come
up here from the clinic.

She says you're seeing
patients in your office.

It's still free,
though, isn't it?

She sent him.
That's gotta
mean something.

I'll go get my decoder ring.

I squawk. Like a parrot.

(SQUAWKING)

No, that's not it.
It started a few months ago.

I was doing some
woodworking in my garage.
I was trying to make a chair.

Was it the chair?

Anyway, all of a sudden,
from nowhere,

this strange noise
comes bursting
out of my mouth.

(SQUAWKING)

Tough to fake that.

Nice pants.

My wife Mona thinks
I'm busting her chops.
It's ruining my marriage.

Where are we going?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

So your left hand would
rather play air guitar
than give me a hard time?

Lt'd rather play air guitar
than tie shoes, eat dinner...

Your right hand's
playing, too.

I don't want to
discourage it.

Splinter hemorrhages
under his fingernails.

What's that...

TAUB: BP and O2 sat
are dropping.

We need a bag of
B-negative in here!

So much for sarcoidosis.

Points to a clotting issue.
Clots would explain
all his symptoms.

Why aren't we
in the office?

I'm tired of clinic duty.

There's only one thing
that could cause
squawking, right?

Yeah.

We gave him heparin
and did an echo
of his heart

to see if it was
throwing clots, but...

More air guitar?

The heart's fine.

We wanted to test
for Factor V Leiden,
Protein C, Protein S,

but the hand got
tired of cooperating.
We finally knocked him out.

And all those tests came
up negative anyway,

or you'd have opened
by telling me
your brilliant diagnosis.

He apologized
for being sweaty,

said it had always been
an issue. But what if
it's a symptom?

There are cancers that cause
night sweats and can lead
to clots. Lymphoma.

Or pancreatic cancer.

Go scan his pancreas.

And try Led Zeppelin.

We've always remembered what
this hospital did for Leo
when his appendix burst.

Still, a check this size...

Sorry to interrupt,
here's my poo.

Dr. House said to bring it
over and leave it with
you as soon as I could.

I don't know if you people
have an official term for it.

Stool sample.
Ah, yes.

Thank you.
I'll take care of it.

It's hard to rush these
things. Even if you've
eaten a lot of broccoli.

Where are you going?

Annie called.
She's not coming back.

This is not
the best time...

Look, you said the heparin
would keep new clots
from forming.

Maybe. But something's
obviously causing the clots.

If you have
pancreatic cancer...

We're not trying
to scare you,

but even in its early
stages, the fatality rate...

You walk out of here...

(SHOUTING) Stop!

Look, I'd ask you to put
yourself in my place,

but nobody can put
themselves in my place.

Did she find somebody new?
Was I not being
attentive enough? No.

She's just tired of being
insulted by a limb.

She said that my feelings
toward her were mixed. Well,
my feelings aren't mixed.

You're not going anywhere.

Unless you want to go naked.

Your right brain knows
you need to stay.

My right brain's an ass.

(SIGHING)

(DOOR OPENING)

CAMERON: Got a minute?

There's something
wrong with this cup.

I need someone to bounce
ideas off of. Someone
to be my whiteboard.

That's how you
taught me to work.

I have three choices.

First, I can accept it's over,
pretend we don't work
in the same hospital,

have selective visual
impairment when we pass
each other in the hall.

Second, I can accept
it's over and leave.

Or you could try
making him angry.

Standard choice number three.

Third, I can talk to him.

But it's not like I have
any new facts I can present,

and Chase has this romantic
view of love that reality
can't compete with.

(SIGHING)

I know how you
could succeed.

How?

Just say the magic words,
"I will destroy my
husband's sperm."

You mean, succeed without
doing that? Probably not.

I have doubts.
Normal doubts.

It's not wrong to prepare for
bad things to happen, even if
you don't expect them to.

I don't expect my condo
to burn down, but
I have fire insurance.

Patient's girlfriend left him,
now he wants to leave us.

If your condo rules don't
let you buy insurance,
do you go homeless?

His room is this way.

What? You think
I can fix this?

We need to offer this guy
something he can only get

if he stays in the hospital.
Relationship counseling.

I don't know if
his girlfriend is...

I mean his
two hemispheres.

That's the breakfast of
relationships, the most
important one of the day.

We need your
special skills.

SCOTT: Is the guy out there?

The guy that's gonna
make my right brain work?

Oh, for...

What do you think
your right brain wants?

How should I know?
It's crazy, it does
things I would never do.

Duct of Wirsung slightly
enlarged, but
within normal parameters.

Say something.

It's mute. It can't
communicate with you.

Maybe you should try
communicating with it.

"Talk to her."
The well isn't
deep, is it?

You're the dominant half,
you make all the decisions.

The right side has no
control over anything.
It must be frustrating.

No masses in body
or tail segments.

I can't communicate with it,
that's the whole...

When you decide to
go and get groceries,
what do you do?

What do you mean?
I put on my jacket
and I go to the store.

Your right brain
has no idea

why you're suddenly
getting up and putting
on your jacket.

It just gets dragged
along. Next time,
try saying it out loud.

Just say to
the empty air,

"Hey, I think I'll go to
the store because we're
out of peanut butter"?

How much did they teach you
about people like me

when you were learning
to be a therapist?

I'm an oncologist.

Your right brain likes
what he's saying.
Hasn't moved the entire scan.

Hasn't gotten us anything,
though. Scan's clean.
It's not pancreatic cancer.

Clotting could be a
problem well before
a solid tumor forms.

It could still
be pancreatic.

Yes, but if you want
a diagnosis backed
by actual evidence,

we should probably
look at other cancers.

House.
I just squawked!

What?
Eugene Schwartz.

Your patient from yesterday.
I just squawked!

I was buying some flowers
for Mona. It happened when
I was paying the clerk.

I assume Dr. Cuddy
gave you this number.

Yes. She told me to call
you any time I squawked,
day or night.

I'm sorry, but I'm
about to lose you,

because I'm about to
drive into a tunnel in
a canyon on an airplane

while hanging up the phone.

I might be getting
some more phone calls,
so let's make it fast.

Lymphoma.

That's right, pancreatic.

I know it's pancreatic.
I know there's evidence.

I know we've seen it.
I just can't...

Right brainlleft brain
issues?

If the cancer's too small
to find, let's make it easier.

Let's open him
up and paint it.

There's a new procedure
using scorpion toxin
and infrared paint.

The paint only works
on the cancer cells,
makes them easier to spot.

Just agitating the pancreas
can cause clotting,

and you want to do it to a guy
whose problem is clotting?

If I'm right about
pancreatic cancer,

the only chance he's got
is finding and removing
those cancer cells now.

His brain MRI showed narrowing
in the blood vessels
leading up from the neck.

If we do shake something
loose, we could kill him.

TAUB: Or one of him.

A clot in his brain
could kill one of them
without affecting the other.

He might actually
be okay with that.

FOREMAN: How long
is it going to take?

Assuming he doesn't
crash, a few minutes.

Hey, you and Cameron...
I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

I don't want to
be homeless.

Okay. You can stay in
the condo. I'll find
some other...

That's not what I mean.

I want to marry you.
I got the forms to
destroy the sperm.

You sure?

Yeah.

I want to hug you, but
then I'd have to re-scrub.

I know.

FOREMAN: BP is dropping.

Go.

No sign of cancer.
BP is 90 over 60.

You never answered
my question.

Relax. Our friendship
is not doomed.

Thank God.
But my question was,
do you really want Cuddy,

or is this just
another challenge?

You're worried that once
I'm in a relationship,

you and me will be over.

Hey, I'm actually for this.
I think this is great.

But if you're serious, and
you don't treat it seriously,
then you will get hurt.

And if you don't accept
that, then accept that
she will get hurt.

MAN: I was told it
was your birthday.

I understand.

So, so sorry.

I know.

Clearly, there was a mix-up.

Have a nice day.

Does she look angry?

If you're standing there
when she looks up here...

Oh, no.

Systolic's 80.

CHASE: Gotta finish this
suture before I can get out.

Give him a dopamine drip.

HOUSE: We weren't looking
up at the right time.

Get to your point.
We're a little busy here.

The clots aren't from
cancer. They're coming
from his heart.

We echoed the heart.
No clots.

Not while we were looking.
Didn't I open with that?

The clots were caused
by an arrhythmia.

No arrhythmia.

Not while we were looking.

Intermittent arrhythmia.

This guy pulls our
equipment off at
the slightest provocation.

We'd have to be watching
at the exact
moment it happened,

which I'm guessing, given the
way you two are scrambling
around like idiots,

is right now.

Yes, I'm saying do
a transesophageal echo.

We have to get
his BP stable.

Absolutely.
Right after the echo.

Systolic's 70.

The heart looked healthy
at the last echo.

And an arrhythmia wouldn't
cause clots in
a healthy ventricle,

so start with
the left atrial appendage.

Wow.

Yep, I did it again.

Now get this poor guy's
BP under control and
seal off the appendage.

And then all we have
to do is find out
what damaged his heart

before it goes
after something
he really needs.

So what damages a healthy
20-year-old heart enough
to make it send out clots

like it's bombing Dresden?

Rhabdo.

Would've fried
his kidneys, too.

What about Graves'?

Thyroid function
tests were normal.

Cushing's. Cortisol
overproduction could
interfere with heart rhythm.

Run a dexamethasone
suppression test.

Annie.

You hit me.

I know. I'm so sorry.
But it wasn't me.

I know you would never have
done that if you were in
control of yourself, but...

But you came back.

To talk with your doctors.

I've been going over
and over what happened.

And I had this thought,
out of nowhere.

Ever since I've known
Scott, I've seen his
left hand throw things,

but always sort of playfully,
thinking it's fun.

But when he threw
this, it was angry.

And that's when his hand
slapped me, too, when
I brought it to him.

Could it mean something?

TAUB: Deodorant shouldn't...

How often do you use it?

A few times a day.
It's special,
heavy-duty stuff.

I have to
send away for it.

Sprayed around a bathroom
the size of a shoebox.

I'll check the ingredients
from the manufacturer.

I'll check for any
references associated
with health issues.

Somebody's grateful.

We'll just leave
the three of you alone.

Why is there no
lipstick on this cup?

Cuddy was wearing lipstick
when she drank from it.

It was on my face.
Why isn't it on the cup?

Why is it always reasonable,
in Houseland, to take
an emotional problem

and sidestep it by turning
it into a mechanical problem?

Because, in Houseland,
and the rest of the
universe, by the way,

when a question
presents itself,
it calls for an answer.

If the left brain is
the interpreter of reality

and the one that tells us
the story of who we are,
then what is your story?

Do you want to be the man
with the answers?

Or do you want to be
the man with Cuddy?

What do I do?

You make her angry.

Do you really think
that was the best
time to mock me?

I'm as surprised as you,
but I think I'm serious.

Communication can't start
unless you're both...

I've been trying to
make her angry for...

No, you haven't.

Come on. Poo? Strippers?
It's routine stuff. You've
been pulling your punches.

You're scared.

You should be.

Now go terrorize her.

You don't want to
destroy it, do you?

I said I was gonna
do it, I'll do it.

But you don't want to.

I want to be with you.
Maybe I'm not comfortable
with it, but...

Let's say it's our fifth
anniversary. Are you ready
to destroy it now?

Tenth. Three kids.

They spend their summers
in Melbourne and
have annoying accents.

It's disgusting
how happy we are.
You ready now?

You don't have doubts.

You just don't want to
kill the only thing left
of someone you loved.

(CRYING)

Don't do it.

I do have trouble
giving things up.

For example, I never cancelled
any of our wedding plans.

(LAUGHING)

Attention!
I have an announcement.

As you go about your day,

I would like you to be
aware of the fact that
I slept with Lisa Cuddy.

This is beyond asshood.

You have the luxury of not
caring about your image.
I do not.

I can permit a lot of crap,

but an employee shouting
about his sexual exploits
with me, no.

That is zero tolerance.
So congratulations,
House, I'm angry.

I was wondering if we
should move in together.

(LAUGHING)

You're fired.

I wouldn't worry about it.
I think she likes you.

If I'm fired,
I think that probably means
I don't have to see patients.

I'm here as
a squeaky wheel.

I know how you doctors
are, you're busy,
you get distracted.

My lab results could be
sitting in your inbox.

I don't need your labs,
you have acid reflux.

Well, how could you...

Acid splashes on
the vocal cords,

they tense, make that
squawking sound.
It's completely harmless.

I'm gonna give
you a prescription,
and you're gonna go away.

You are a great doctor.

Why'd you move your belt?

I always move my belt.

It makes me sore.

You didn't tell me that.

At 86, what isn't sore?

Soreness is less
important than squawking.

It's the squawking
that was bothering my wife.

(GROANING)

That's not a potbelly.
That's a tumor.

That's why pancreatic
cancer was on my mind.

My brain was trying
to tell me...

This isn't sounding good.

Pancreatic cancer?

Can cause acid reflux.
We should scope you.

So it's not good.
Even for cancer,
it's not good.

No, it's not.

The deodorant has
a high proportion
of propylene glycol.

Same stuff made
a kid in Singapore
develop a heart condition

and, get this, seizures.

Our patient may
never have needed
split-brain surgery.

I'm sure he will half
appreciate the irony.

Can you take this
man to Radiology?
Pancreatic scan.

And stay with him.

Eugene Schwartz.

Whatever it is,
just say it quickly.

Do you have more
than one lipstick
in the same shade?

Maybe one that
has a sealing agent,
and one that doesn't?

How could that possibly
be relevant to anything?

You really don't think
you're just overreacting
to the other night?

Fine. I am overreacting.

You've said plenty of lousy
things to me before.

But reaching the final straw
has been a good thing,

because it made me realize
we not only don't have
a personal relationship,

we never could.

You're...

You've been overreacting
to something I said?

You insulted me,
I walked out.

It's nothing that
hasn't happened
a hundred times before.

(EXHALING)

I quit.

Great.

My nanny is off
the clock at 7:30.
So your week off...

You can go suckle the little
bastard child who makes you
feel good about yourself.

Screw you.

No, no. That's
not what happened.

I told you that I needed you.
You helped me.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

So, this is the story you
made up about who you are.
It's a nice one.

Too bad it isn't true.

No.

I'm not okay.

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