House, M.D. s04e09 Episode Script

Roman emperors were the real punks.
Don't say "punk.
" It's cliché.
Whatever.
Let me tell you about these dinner parties.
Nero loved a good poisoning.
At a dinner party? He'd arrange one right at the table I don't feel like going on tonight.
Too bad, 'cause that's what makes the club feel like paying us.
Titus, this was all in the book.
Titus would ply his guests with wine, then bind their privates with a chord.
Hey! Did you get a new guitar? A '64 teardrop reissue.
Not a mark on it.
All right.
Can I see it? Oh, it's nice.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, cut it out, man! Hey! You stupid son of a You're gonna pay! It's a hunk of wood, bro.
It should look like a hunk of wood.
We're not the philharmonic.
See, look, man.
It's better already.
Hey! It's 10:45.
How about taking that onstage? Now I feel like going on.
You're my child, and so are those quadruplets, and I'm not gonna give any of you up.
Don't you dare talk to me as a mother.
Sign on the door says "closed for private event.
" You're alone.
How much more private can you get? Will you pass me a tissue? Who are you keeping? You owed me a decision 10 days ago.
Total amnesia.
You're my whole life, you.
And Luisa Maria can't decide if she's gonna keep the quadruplets.
Then how can you She keeps them.
I read it online.
You happy now? I ruined it for you.
I want two names by Friday.
Fine.
I'll arrange for a patient with a mysterious illness to come in on Thursday.
Yes.
You need more tests.
It's only been two months.
Who knows how they'll react to freak weather patterns? They all did fine in the wind tunnel.
Two names by Friday or the pay overruns come out of your salary.
I can hurt you.
I know that now.
And I move your parking space to the E lot.
Don't ever leave me, Mom! Hey.
Who's the sickest patient you got? I've got a guy who'll be dead in the next 10 minutes.
Oh.
You mean someone who might actually survive a diagnosis.
There's nothing here.
Just the usual cracked heads, gunshots, false alarms.
Who would you pick to fill your narrow little flats? So, you can fire them off my recommendation? Nice try.
Hey, who do I have to grope to get some turndown service in here? Jimmy Quidd.
He's a punk rock singer.
Punk rock star to you.
Repeated trauma, self-cutting, fever, arthralgia, hyper-inflated chest, fatigue, anemia, blood in the stool and urine.
I've died and gone to diagnostic heaven.
His blood results show booze, cocaine, amphetamines, opiates.
The only mystery here is how he made it to be 38.
I'm 28.
And he lies.
And he's a pain in the ass.
Hey, come on.
No.
Wrap him up.
I'll take him to go.
Dizzying array of symptoms, any of which could be caused by drugs, trauma, being a loser.
The guy's a walking pharmacy, could be anything.
Oh, forgot to mention.
Final case.
Get it right, you're hired.
Runner-up will be decided strictly on some definition of merit.
Endocarditis.
Hemorrhagic lesions on the lungs and gut.
Bronchiolitis obliterans, he smoked his airways into oblivion.
Endocarditits.
I already said that.
I heard of it before you mentioned it.
Speed counts.
Find something else.
Could be bacterial meningitis.
You already picked.
I'll take meningitis.
Too late.
Go run your tests.
No.
He's sick 'cause he's a drug addict.
No.
He has every symptom you'd expect from a drug addict.
So, you think it's all too perfect? Some other disease is trying to throw us off its trail? If he had four out of he'd be a garden-variety druggie.
Twenty out of 20, there's an underlying disease.
Run your tests.
No! He's weak, in withdrawal, just spewed blood.
They're gonna rip off a piece of his lung, ram instruments down his throat, and Roto-Rooter his intestines.
It'd be nice if we didn't kill him trying to figure out what's killing him.
One diagnosis, one test at a time.
O2 sats are low, hyper-inflated chest.
I need a bronchoscopy to You just lost two points.
What for? For thinking it makes a difference who goes first.
Only one person can be right.
What points? Can't have an objective system of measurement without numbers.
You lose three for not knowing that.
From now on, only the person holding this can treat or run tests.
Wanted to give you the serpent staff with the poison axe-head, but I left it in my car.
Thank you.
Don't need you.
It's one thing to hire based on a game.
Don't need your lecture.
It's insane to treat based on a game.
You're not taking the long view.
The one where we stuff another patient in a body bag? No, if we're wrong, that'll come pretty fast.
The long view is the one where we pick the best team, that way we can use all the bags we save for grocery shopping.
You're not buying that argument, are you? No.
In which case, I'm back to my original position.
Don't need you.
What do you think of Amber? I screwed up a diagnosis.
You don't seem that upset by it.
I diagnosed a guy with adenocarcinoma three months ago.
Told him he had six months.
So, now you gotta tell him that he's way behind on his Christmas shopping? He didn't get worse.
I rechecked everything.
Biopsy was a false positive.
Harmless lesions caused by talc inhalation.
Medical clemency.
Interesting.
Why would you use that word? Because I'm interested.
When I'm interested, I describe the things that make me interested as interesting.
Most people would say good, possibly great.
Why aren't you able to just enjoy Why aren't other people able to just be interested? Is he in there? Yeah.
Why'd you go right for the drug theories? If he had a history of shoving cancer into his veins, I'd have guessed cancer.
Okay.
You're an idiot.
Either that or you've decided you can trust a smoking addict alone in a bathroom with an oxygen tank.
I got your new test results back.
Sorry I'm late.
Who's your colleague? Dr.
House.
Yes, Dr.
Wilson.
I really don't need the consult.
I know the prognosis.
Apparently not.
Mr.
McKenna, I can't believe I'm able to say this, but you're cancer-free.
The biopsy looked like adenocarcinoma, but it wasn't.
Harmless lesions on your lungs.
You're fine.
I don't get it.
Cool.
No, it's I know this must come as a shock, but I've double-checked the labs.
I just accepted an offer on my house.
I've had three goodbye parties.
I'm buying plane tickets to Venice.
You can still use those if you're alive.
I have to pay a $6,000 broker commission on a house I'm not selling.
Money I don't have.
Thank you for letting me know.
I would have thought the living would mean more than the expenses.
It's not about the money.
I have 17 points? I started you all out on 100.
Then you blew up part of the building.
Where's Foreman? He got paged.
By who? Is it about our Me.
I needed him right away, somewhere else.
We're hiding from Foreman? Foreman accused me of playing games with patient care.
Who gets the eyeball next? I haven't run my test yet.
It still might be a lung issue.
You can't run your test.
The patient had massive smoke inhalation.
Do a bronchoscopy, it'll set off a laryngospasm.
I'll do an open-lung biopsy instead.
You want an invasive surgery because you screwed up? The patient snuck a cigarette.
The patient is an addict.
It's not his fault he's jonesing for whatever he can get his hands on.
Not his fault he's jonesing? In what universe does that make any sense? Get him on a nicotine patch.
That'll keep up with his joneses.
Do your biopsy.
How's the new us's final case going? It's a moving target.
House keeps moving it, so I can't find it.
So, you decided to focus on solving the problem in Darfur? Taub is in there prepping the patient for a biopsy.
Stay close to Taub, I stay close to House.
And stay close to the game.
I'm trying to stop the game.
That's your role in the game.
Did you wander over here to annoy me? You're not wearing a lab coat.
House doesn't wear one, does he? Damn! Now when I walk away, it's gonna look like I have a reason other than just annoyance.
He won't let us finish prepping him for the biopsy.
Try the other arm.
The problem's not the arm, it's the entire patient.
Hi.
He let you check his chest.
He let you do anything except check that arm.
He wallpapered himself with nicotine patches.
Real rebellion has a point, it's not just juvenile and purposeless.
Maybe purposelessness is my purpose.
Mission accomplished.
Amber, it's not the patches.
He's got blood clots moving through his body.
Means I was wrong.
Oh! If the clot reaches his lungs or his heart, it'll kill him.
It's true! We all know it's true.
You just wasted our time.
And what you're doing? I'm not competing.
Where's Taub? Foreman was following him.
So, you paged Taub.
Didn't see that I had much choice.
He has schistocytes on his blood smear which means DIC's causing the clotting.
What's causing the DIC? Drug impurities.
You lost your round.
New symptom, new round.
This has to be drug related.
This is how doctors kill patients, by seeing the stereotypes Drug addicts use drugs is a stereotype? Drugs are bad is a stereotype? Losers lose is Malaria.
He hasn't left the country in years.
Malaria's relapsing-recurring.
For all we know, he could have been sick for years.
It explains not just the DIC and the bleeding, but the tiredness, fever, everything we attributed to drugs.
Oh, yeah.
It's much more likely that this ass punk rocker was exposed to malaria than drugs? If you were always right, then you wouldn't have just been wrong.
Or let the patient mainline nicotine.
Or ravaged my anatomical model, which Grandma House bought me when I aced my MCATs.
A pharmaceutical rep left that here on Tuesday.
Grandma does some part-time work.
The rep was a 30-something babe.
Thank you.
I got her hips.
Carry it with pride.
Manipulative bitch, you're wanted in the loser's circle.
Why do you hate drug addicts? Your situation is different.
You're taking a necessary prescription I know.
I'm fabulous.
And I'm not the patient.
I'm not allowed to have a problem with junkies? You're allowed.
There's gotta be a reason.
He's the patient.
You don't know him.
Why do you hate him? He's throwing his life away.
'Cause he's setting his own terms, not living in fear of every pop quiz? I thought we were talking about him.
We were never talking about him.
Why are you afraid to lose? Are you gonna fire me because I like to win? Just wanna know the reason.
I watched this football game once, and I noticed something odd.
The winning team was the happy one.
I did the math.
Our patient's happy.
He's an idiot.
He's a happy idiot.
That screws with your worldview.
There's something freeing about being a loser, isn't there? Why are you afraid to Mommy didn't love me enough.
Daddy expected too much from me.
Something.
Let's assume that's true.
I get how that can make me a screwed up person.
But how is my willingness to do anything to get the right answer bad for my patients? Or put in terms you can understand, how is it bad for you? I didn't ask you to pick up the meds.
I'm trying to be a good colleague.
You're trying to boost your score by prescribing drugs for House.
Why else would you have a second bag? Didn't say good colleague to you.
You realize we still have a patient.
Don't care about the patient.
You care about this job more than you care about his life? I care about my wallpaper more than I care about his life.
Okay.
You're jerking me around.
There's no reason to be a doctor if you don't care.
I care about life.
I just don't care about his.
He doesn't care, why should I? My time is better spent Kissing up to your boss? Average doctor cuts off a patient 18 seconds into a history, because that's all the time he's got.
Meanwhile, six of us are administering to a guy with a death wish.
So, why do you want the job? Not because I'm maximizing my service to mankind.
Good for you.
Where is he? We're gonna spend the next hour looking for a guy who doesn't wanna be found.
Jimmy Quidd's greatest stiff.
1989.
A profit-seeking entity released this? He put it out himself.
He wanted people to listen, but apparently didn't want people to enjoy listening.
Now, why would someone Truly a mystery.
Why would anyone do something just to aggravate people? Why would you have a blank liability release form plus your checkbook on top of your desk? Probably because they were in the second drawer, in a manila envelope, under a book, and you put them on top of my desk.
You usually keep your checkbook at home.
It's your go-to excuse for why you can't lend me money.
You're gonna pay the guy the six grand, aren't you? There are other people I write checks to.
I do have cable.
There's no negligence without injury.
I handed the guy a death sentence.
He's not distressed with the death sentence.
He's distressed with the life sentence.
I gave him three months of misery.
You gave him three months of being someone special.
You're paying the guy because he used to be boring, and without you, he's gonna be boring again.
Hi.
Results of the malaria tests already? Well, no.
But we were wondering if you'd sent the patient for any additional tests? You lost the patient.
Taub, you check lost and found.
Thirteen, come with me.
Why do you love drug addicts? I won't pigeonhole the patient, so that means I'm Perfectly capable of drawing my own conclusions.
Are you capable of answering a question? I think there's more to him than the drugs.
Admirable, why? I need a reason for doing something admirable? There's always a reason.
He's a patient.
You don't know him.
Why do you like him? Alcoholic parent? Druggie youth? There's no such thing as a saint without a past.
Or a sinner without a future.
What makes you so sure that drugs are a mask for something else? Drugs are always a mask for something else.
That's the dumbest thing I've heard in my life.
You really want this job? Why, you think you can talk me into leaving? You're a person who likes her privacy, working for a man who needs to know everything.
You're a person who cares about her patients, working for a man who cares about games.
I hear him.
Neither sleet, nor mail, nor dread of night.
Hold on.
Malaria's not contagious.
Children, I bid you good night.
Which one of you guys sapped my powers? Was it you? Did you take my powers? Or maybe it was you.
Well, no matter.
See, I'm feeling stronger already.
It's okay.
It's okay.
He's okay.
Respiration's good.
Pulse is solid.
We need a lot of nurses in here! Dr.
Cuddy, the face that launched a thousand long faces.
Get control of your patient.
Strap him to the bed if you have to.
I wanna keep all four.
You can have two.
You don't get negotiation, do you? I say four, you say three.
We finally settle on three-and-a-half, which would be good news for Taub.
You don't want four.
You don't want three.
But if I say three, you get to keep playing your game.
Who would you pick? Are you asking my opinion? If you have any absolute truths, that would be even better.
You never want my advice.
You spend your life trying to avoid my advice.
You're a bureaucratic nightmare, you're a chronic pain in the ass, and you're a second-rate doctor at best.
Am I blushing? But you do know this stuff.
Can we get this over with? Taub and Kutner.
Taub will stand up to you.
You won't like him, but you'll respect him.
Kutner shares your philosophy of medicine.
God knows I don't need two of you, but he will actually help you.
It's not malaria, the blood work is negative.
But we did find the reason for the DIC.
Bad blood fragments.
So if we can figure out how they got there Blood exposure during sex? Haemolysis from the malaria meds? Stop guessing, you'll spoil the surprise.
If you're looking to get information out of the guy, he's not exactly the bare-your-soul type.
Hey, I was wondering if you guys know Girl from Ipanema? What are you doing? Nothing.
What are you doing? That's mine, man.
You're gonna be denying that in a second.
Next time make sure you bring enough for the whole class.
He's been sharing needles with this guy.
Means he injected this guy's blood, his own blood attacked it, chewed it up, those were the fragments we found.
So, DIC was nothing? We're back to bloody vomit, and his two dozen other drug or non-drug symptoms.
Re-check everything.
Throw these guys out and strap the patient down.
House! Respiratory failure.
Good news for you, Thirteen.
'Cause that is definitely not drugs.
The blood clots were drug related.
Coughing up blood and the respiratory arrests are still on the table.
Inhalants? If I wanted or needed your drug diagnosis, I would have told Foreman where we are.
He knows where we are.
'Cause he followed you! I followed Taub.
I followed her.
He had a bleeding problem.
That could cause respiratory arrest.
Again, if I wanted to forgive his Drano drinking ways, I wouldn't ignore what you just said.
Could be an infection.
No, lumbar puncture's clear.
What lumbar puncture? You didn't authorize that test.
True, and yet here I am with the results.
Thirteen thought it was bacterial meningitis.
And I had the eyeball.
It was a harmless test.
Patient's welfare still counts for something, doesn't it? Yep.
Minus 50.
Chronic pulmonary embolisms would explain the breathing problem and the blood coming from his lungs.
I'll run an ultrasound You're not running any tests.
He knows it's not PEs, the guy's d-dimer's normal.
That doesn't always rule out You go in to run one test, run eight more like she did, find out which one's right, then comes back with a brilliant guess.
Is this true? No.
That's too bad, 'cause that would have earned you 40 points for cleverness.
Points go to Amber.
Foreman, you run the test.
Sure, anything I can do to help your game.
He's not gonna run the tests.
No.
I don't think so.
So, what's wrong with me? You mean, besides your music? Oh, sure.
Just because I don't play your kind of music, it's not music, right? Yeah, I resent you 'cause you're not Perry Como.
Look I don't play for an audience, okay? Well, then, that stage you stand on is an odd choice.
I just I do it for me, okay? I don't do it for you.
There are three choices in this life.
Be good, get good or give up.
You've gone for column D.
Why? Simple answer is if you don't try, you can't fail.
Are you really that simple? Look, yeah, some people, they like my music.
Most people can't stand it.
But they just sort of just shrug and ignore me.
But a few, they feel like they have to tell me what I'm screwing up, you know, what I'm wasting.
Why do they care? You have some peculiar masses near your heart.
Peculiar, how? Well, unlike your music, they elicit some emotional response.
That's odd.
You care if I appreciate your music, but you don't care if you live or die.
Maybe the answer is that simple.
I can't apologize enough, to you, to your family.
There may not be any technical liability here but You're ripping it up because you think it would be wrong to take money from me? I think it would be wrong to take so little money from you.
You're out $6,000 You ruined my life.
I ruined three months.
For the first time in my life, I was living in the present, 'cause that's all there was.
You're suing me, not for the wrong diagnosis, but for the right one? Have you spoken to a lawyer? You gave me happiness, and then you took it away.
Definitely no emboli.
It's pretty fuzzy.
Hey, for point and shoot, I thought I did okay.
It's fuzzy 'cause he was still shaking, 'cause he was coming down from the heroin.
Where is everybody else? Clinic's been quarantined.
Patient came in with avian flu-like symptoms, and 50 extra dollars in spending money.
Can you do this echo again? Okay, minus five for ingratitude.
No "Thank you, Dr.
House.
" No "Here's a bottle of Codeine "for your troubles, Dr.
House.
" Oh, no.
I was asking if you could do it again after giving him a sedative to keep him still.
I could.
We'd definitely get the answer, but since the opiates would decrease his respiratory drive, and he already can barely breathe, minus 10 for asking me to kill the patient.
What if it's a congenital defect, an anomalous vessel on his heart? You know that the heart does the blood stuff, right? And the lungs do the breathing? If the vessel wrapped around his trachea.
What do you want me to do? MRA.
So you can get a clear picture of that vessel.
What? Wait, what? What? Why? You said the picture sucked because the patient was shaking.
MRA will be worse.
We have to get a picture.
You were doing better before you had a good idea.
How can we see it if we don't take a picture? You can see me, right? We wanna look at his heart with our eyes.
So, I kill the patient on my operating table, you get to keep testing your team, and I take the heat from Cuddy.
If it goes that way, yeah, that'd be excellent.
His respiratory status is through the floor.
If there's a vessel and we don't remove it fast, best case, he's on a ventilator for life.
Granted, it'll be a short one.
Who do you think I should hire? You want me to tell you in front of him? Well, it'd be rude to ask him to leave now.
If you don't do the surgery, the patient will die.
You'll have had nothing to do with it, and everyone will know that you had nothing to do with it.
And everyone will know that it's because you were pissed off at House for firing you.
You know that's not why I'm saying no.
Yeah, but that's not how it's gonna play out.
Keep him and Amber.
You'll get stuff done.
Prep him for surgery.
This isn't an anomalous vessel.
Look at these lymph nodes.
Way too big.
They're the masses you saw.
Two units of PRBCs.
Starting dopamine.
We're losing him! So, how's your game going? It's not whether you win or lose.
Respiratory failure and large lymph nodes.
Whatever this is, he's not gonna be breathing much longer.
Does Foreman being here means the game's over? It means the patient's life is almost over.
You can call it what you want.
We're done, people.
Come on! I need ideas.
I don't care who they come from.
Of course you do.
This is still a game.
You're still gonna reward whoever gets the right idea, punish whoever's wrong.
Hire who you want.
Get this over with.
Thirteen, Kutner.
I'm sorry.
Go home.
Why? It doesn't matter.
He just told me that I gotta Lungs are stiff, could be ARDS.
You fluid overloaded him.
Anyone's lungs would leak after that surgery.
Goodbye.
Anaphylactic shock.
No sign of bronchospasm.
What if the lymph nodes are caused by chronic stimulation of his immune system? Lmpurities in his drugs could've Street drugs are laced with all kinds of things.
An immune overreaction would explain everything.
Drug diagnosis.
That's what you're going with? That firing thing, it was all a dream.
Go find where he gets his drugs and what's in them.
And put him on dimercaprol for heavy metal poisoning.
Competition works.
So, you're not gonna tell me who sells you drugs? What does it matter? You're dying.
Does that matter? Not really.
I'm not an adult.
Never wanted to be.
So, if the choice is running out the clock with a walker, and a bedpan You don't regret anything? Well, there was a lot of drugs, a lot of drinking, a lot of fights.
I regret everything else.
You hate me, don't you? Yeah.
I don't care.
What's it like? It means you have no regrets.
Kind of sticks in your head, doesn't it? This guy's amazing.
There's not one redeeming note.
What sort of a lawyer tells his client he's got a case because he's going to live? I've heard that not all lawyers are as ethical as the ones we see on TV.
I don't think this guy even has a law degree.
Well, the guys on TV don't, either.
I think he has a medical degree.
It directly affects my bottom line.
If you have less money to lend I'm trying to take responsibility.
And I'm trying to teach you that everyone is out for theirs.
You might as well keep yours.
And lend it to you? You have to control everything.
How come you're going around asking everyone who you should fire? I'm asking for input! I thought you would have admired the humility.
You like games because you can control them.
God, I'm gonna put the record back on.
You like what's interesting, never mind if it's real or good.
You wanna know why you offered that guy six grand? Life just happens, and that scares the hell out of you.
You think you can cure pain.
You think you can avoid pain.
You think you're responsible for every failure, every patient's boring life, every friend's screwed-up You don't wanna face it anymore than my patient does.
Dying's easy.
Living's hard.
That can't possibly be as poignant as it sounded.
Still can't find the drug source, but I don't think that's the problem.
The dimercaprol isn't working, and Quidd volunteers at a home for abandoned kids.
Why are you telling me this? Because his bass player told me.
Is it medically relevant? I don't know.
Well, then, why are you Stop playing games and do your job.
No.
This time I'm firing Taub and Amber.
This is a joke, right? It's only a joke if you come up with the answer.
It's not really funny if you don't.
Thirteen and Kutner, you're fired, too.
Foreman? He's a druggie.
I was never sure there was a disease in the first place.
So, all we know is that he's dying.
Who wants to tell the patient? Fine, I'll get some kid to go talk to him.
It's the only people he gets along with anyway.
Are we still fired? He works with abandoned kids.
Is it medically relevant? I think so.
I need a brain biopsy.
For the patient.
You two switch.
You wanna drill into the skull of a patient who almost died on the operating table yesterday? Why are they here? Because I wouldn't have gotten the answer without each of them.
You could have just told me.
I want you to feel guilty.
She thinks the patient's a loser.
She thinks the patient's a winner, just a regular guy with a regular problem.
He thinks he's gonna be great once he's all grown up, and he thinks What did you think? Autoimmune.
Right.
Less interesting but just as important.
We can't all be right.
You're all wrong.
My mom always said that two wrongs don't make a right.
She never said anything about four wrongs.
I always found that suspicious.
Plain old measles, constant exposure from hanging out with Oliver Twist and his lot.
I assume he's been vaccinated.
Patient's immune system was shredded with years of drugs.
Early markers of rash and fever would have been lost on a druggie.
His immune system overreacted, which is why his body went haywire.
That's clever.
You're not doing a biopsy without neurological symptoms.
If I'm right, the virus is in his brain.
Wrong course of treatment could be his last course.
I need a neurological He kept swallowing.
Could be neurological, could be a complex partial seizure.
What did it look like? Good God, woman, how much more proof do you need? If you can induce a seizure, you can have your biopsy.
Hoes, hup! We're gonna use flashing lights.
Noxious stimulation, it'll irritate your brain.
If there's damage to your neurons, it'll trigger a seizure.
That way we can I got something much more noxious.
It's not as commonly used, but sound can be just as big an irritant.
Now remind me of your influences here! 'Cause I'm gonna say Thelonious Monk and the sound a trash compactor makes when you crawl inside it.
I don't do it for you.
I do it for me.
What do you think? Is he seizing or dancing? Seizing.
Play him the B side, it's even worse.
Schedule an OR for the biopsy.
See you in the lecture hall.
A little mood music, build the suspense.
Sounds more folky.
You seriously have no idea when to shut up, do you? Amber, please stand.
You didn't call me bitch.
Is that bad? You played the game better than anybody else here, but for the wrong reasons.
Reasons don't matter.
Results are the only thing You were wrong.
Twenty years ago, this was recorded by Jim Moskowitz, who later became known as Jimmy Quidd.
Loves kids, apparently has a heart, perhaps even a soul.
If you're gonna work for me, you have to be willing to be wrong, willing to lose.
Because you just did.
You're fired.
Thirteen, please stand.
You're fired.
You just said I was right about He was a drug addict.
Four applicants, two spots.
If I had three, I'd keep you.
Game over.
You're gonna have to grow old after all.
You've got measles.
We're blasting you with corticosteroids.
What's wrong with you? I got fired.
Well, what are you doing here? Trying not to care.
Yeah? That's not easy.
What the hell did you do? You told me to hire Kutner and Taub.
Because I knew you wouldn't.
Oops.
I can't let you hire two men.
Now, that is sexist.
You've already got Foreman.
Is he a dude? Hire a woman, too.
Hire two women? You can have the one that gives a crap about people.
They both do.
Right.
Hire Thirteen.
This was your plan all along.
Well, at least the games are over.
How long have you known me?