Y bueno... Igual, Donald ya estuvo con otros escándalos antes... Qué mal...
Continuá leyendo, y comentá, ¿dale?
Dr. Cameron: I have one evening with you one chance, and I don't want to waste it talking about what wines you like or what movies you hate. I wanna know...how you feel...about me?Como es visible, las tres últimas palabras de House. Por algún motivo, resonó mucho en mi cabeza durante estos días esa palabra "damaged".
House: You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect. That's why you married a man who was dying of cancer. You don't love, you need, and now that your husband is dead, you're looking for your new charity case, that's why you're going out with me. I'm twice your age, I'm not great looking, I'm not charming, I'm not even nice. What I am is what you need...I'm damaged.
House: The patient was technically dead for over a minute....
Wilson: Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?
House: Define real. They were real experiences. What they meant, personally, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions, this patient saw: they're all just chemical reactions that take place when the brain shuts down.
Foreman: You choose to believe that?
House: There's no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life, I choose the outcome I find more comforting.
Cameron: You find it more comforting to believe that this is it?
House: I find it more comforting to believe that this isn't simply a test.
But Im a creep, Im a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here.