(getting Chase away from a girl)
House: Hey, how's that anal fissure? Did it heal yet, or is it still draining? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize he came back for seconds. I figured that after that girl in the stairwell you'd be done for the night.
Dr. Chase: He's joking.
House: No Adam's apple, small hands. No surprises this time.
Michelle: I'll...see you later. (leaves)
House: I've got a case.
Dr. Chase: Well, you could have just said that. You didn't need to screw with me.
House: Yeah, if I didn't screw with you , you'd spend the whole night thinking you might get laid, which means you'd be useless. Better to extinguish all hope.