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House: You’re dead.

Amber: Everybody dies.

House: Am I dead?

Amber: Not yet.

House: I should be.

Amber: Why?

House: Because life shouldn’t be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes, and young do-Gooders in love who get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk away clean.

Amber: Self-pity isn’t like you.

House: No, well, I’m branching out from self-loathing to self-destruction. Wilson is gonna hate me.

Amber: You kinda deserve it.

House: He’s my best friend.

Amber: I know. What now?

House: I could stay here with you.

Amber: Get off the bus.

House: I can’t.

Amber: Why not?

House: Because. Because it doesn’t hurt here. I let it.. I don’t want to be in pain. I don’t want to be miserable. And I don’t want him to hate me.

Amber: Well, you can’t always get what you want.

House, 4×16, “Wilson’s Heart”