[He hooks his cane over one elbow and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pill bottle. House pops the top, shakes out two and dry swallows them. He's not nearly high enough for this, and it's going to hurt like hell.]
Yeah. [And back in the pocket the pills go. This vet had better have Vicodin.] I'm going to need to hold onto you, though, or I'm going ass over teakettle once we hit the snow.
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Yeah. [And back in the pocket the pills go. This vet had better have Vicodin.] I'm going to need to hold onto you, though, or I'm going ass over teakettle once we hit the snow.