[Wilson rolls his eyes, but walks over to start on the first vent anyway. He whacks the vent a couple of times before House hoists himself onto the counter. He shoots him a glance and a frown, having expected him to help but why on earth would he have expected that in the first place. Oh well. Someone's gotta do it.

He's hardly made any progress when House interrupts him. Wilson stops for a moment, resting the hammer head on the floor as he thinks.] It's fuzzy, which I'm assuming is normal, but I had just talked to Cuddy about taking my job back.

[He starts hammering again.] And your father died. Or, your false father. Whatever you want to call him, now.