[Wilson scoffs, turning back to brandish his hammer at House] Living it up? I wouldn't exactly call "mourning Amber" to be "living it up. [He scoffs again and stomps over to the vent.] Unbelievable.

And no, you haven't been gone. We grabbed dinner the night before I woke up here.

[He's about to start hammering again, but he pauses first, perplexed.] Are you saying you've been here for months longer than I have? How does that work, exactly?