"House, it's been six months since Kutner... passed away. It's time to hire a new fellow." Cuddy said softly as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Why? Thirteen, Taub, and Foreman are enough."
"But they're all very similar in their diagnostic perspectives. You need someone who is an idealist. You need someone willing to go along with some of your crazy ideas when their most likely right."
House sat down on his Eames chair. Cuddy sat on the ottoman.
"How many times am I gonna go through this?"
"Look, you don't have to pick anyone right away, but I want you to start interviewing candidates." She said as she rubbed his hand before getting up to leave.
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"So, are you ever gonna leave this hell hole?"
The woman rolled her eyes at the comment and continued flipping through her date book.
"Sean, I may not like the free clinic, but it's the only job available to me right now."
"Kara, you went to Yale medical school for goodness sakes! You should be bombarded with job offers."
"Sean, please I only have fifteen minutes left of my lunch break. Can we just enjoy each other's company in peace?" She asked as she pushed her long curly brown hair behind her neck.
"Fine...On a lighter note I got invited to this big party at Blitz. You want to come with me on Friday night?"
Her eyes widened in excitement.
"Club Blitz! Wow! Of course I'll go." She exclaimed as she kissed him happily on the mouth.
"See, that's how you salvage a lunch date." She said with a grin.
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"Dr. Dylan Hartley....intensivist...Columbia for undergraduate...three year residency with Palmer...Next."
"You really need to stop being so picky." Wilson said to House as he picked up the resume reject pile.
"I need a particular fellow, and I won't go about this lightly."
"Look, no one's ever gonna replace Kutner. We'll never forget him, but you need someone new to balance the team out."
"Yeah, that's easier said than done." House said as he picked up his tennis ball and started tossing it around. Wilson took that as his cue to leave his best friend alone.
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"Dr. Kara Blake...beautiful African American goddess...with long curly hair that glides through my hands...lips that are like soft rose petals fused together so soft...tender chocolate mocha skin...eyes of matching glory..."
"Okay you can borrow my car! Just stop with all the ass kissing I think I'm starting to get a rash from all the saliva." She said with a chuckle as she handed her guy friend,Devon,her car keys.
"Hey! I'm a working poet. That was not ass kissing that was me giving you the gift of my talent." He said with mock offence.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...Just get it back to me before three. I need to meet with Callie."
"Is she still looking for the perfect wedding gown?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
"No. She needs help picking out the flowers...And can you be more bitchy?"
"Hey, she stole my man." He said with complete seriousness.
"Your man? He's straight."
"I've turned them before..."
"Oh, just take my car and go already."
The two share a kiss on the cheek and she waves good-bye to her friend as he drives off.
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"Dr. Kara Blake...Hematologist...Yale Medical School...residency with Brander's... currently works at Open Hope Free Clinic...she has..."
"Wilson, can't you see I'm trying to watch General Hospital?"
"House she sounds promising."
"Why? Cause she works at some grungy free clinic down town where she probably deals with drug addicts and their dt's more than rare illnesses." House said with disdain.
"No. I was thinking that since she has experience working in a hostile environment that becoming your underling would be an easy transition." Wilson said with a grin. House rolled his eyes.
"Give me the damn resume."
"Why? Thirteen, Taub, and Foreman are enough."
"But they're all very similar in their diagnostic perspectives. You need someone who is an idealist. You need someone willing to go along with some of your crazy ideas when their most likely right."
House sat down on his Eames chair. Cuddy sat on the ottoman.
"How many times am I gonna go through this?"
"Look, you don't have to pick anyone right away, but I want you to start interviewing candidates." She said as she rubbed his hand before getting up to leave.
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"So, are you ever gonna leave this hell hole?"
The woman rolled her eyes at the comment and continued flipping through her date book.
"Sean, I may not like the free clinic, but it's the only job available to me right now."
"Kara, you went to Yale medical school for goodness sakes! You should be bombarded with job offers."
"Sean, please I only have fifteen minutes left of my lunch break. Can we just enjoy each other's company in peace?" She asked as she pushed her long curly brown hair behind her neck.
"Fine...On a lighter note I got invited to this big party at Blitz. You want to come with me on Friday night?"
Her eyes widened in excitement.
"Club Blitz! Wow! Of course I'll go." She exclaimed as she kissed him happily on the mouth.
"See, that's how you salvage a lunch date." She said with a grin.
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"Dr. Dylan Hartley....intensivist...Columbia for undergraduate...three year residency with Palmer...Next."
"You really need to stop being so picky." Wilson said to House as he picked up the resume reject pile.
"I need a particular fellow, and I won't go about this lightly."
"Look, no one's ever gonna replace Kutner. We'll never forget him, but you need someone new to balance the team out."
"Yeah, that's easier said than done." House said as he picked up his tennis ball and started tossing it around. Wilson took that as his cue to leave his best friend alone.
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"Dr. Kara Blake...beautiful African American goddess...with long curly hair that glides through my hands...lips that are like soft rose petals fused together so soft...tender chocolate mocha skin...eyes of matching glory..."
"Okay you can borrow my car! Just stop with all the ass kissing I think I'm starting to get a rash from all the saliva." She said with a chuckle as she handed her guy friend,Devon,her car keys.
"Hey! I'm a working poet. That was not ass kissing that was me giving you the gift of my talent." He said with mock offence.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...Just get it back to me before three. I need to meet with Callie."
"Is she still looking for the perfect wedding gown?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
"No. She needs help picking out the flowers...And can you be more bitchy?"
"Hey, she stole my man." He said with complete seriousness.
"Your man? He's straight."
"I've turned them before..."
"Oh, just take my car and go already."
The two share a kiss on the cheek and she waves good-bye to her friend as he drives off.
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"Dr. Kara Blake...Hematologist...Yale Medical School...residency with Brander's... currently works at Open Hope Free Clinic...she has..."
"Wilson, can't you see I'm trying to watch General Hospital?"
"House she sounds promising."
"Why? Cause she works at some grungy free clinic down town where she probably deals with drug addicts and their dt's more than rare illnesses." House said with disdain.
"No. I was thinking that since she has experience working in a hostile environment that becoming your underling would be an easy transition." Wilson said with a grin. House rolled his eyes.
"Give me the damn resume."