“Not all of us get our kicks from weeping tenderly, Sarah McLachlan serenading us in the background, as we realize that – hey, this isn’t just sex; it’s making love. Tear,” he adds, and wipes an imaginary one from his eye.

You love me for real, don't you? I know you do. I know because of that ONE section. I love you forever and ever.

BTW, you should write more and more House/Wilson so that I can always be happy.