[House and Amber are sitting in an empty white bus.]
House: You're dead.
Amber: Everybody dies.
House: Am I dead?
Amber: [pause] Not yet.
House: I should be.
Amber: Why?
House: Because life shouldn't be random. Beause lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes. And young do-gooders in love that get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk away clean.
Amber: Self-pity isn't like you.
House: I'm branching out from self-loathing, self-destruction. [pause] Wilson is gonna hate me.
Amber: You kinda deserve it.
House: [pause] He's my best friend.
Amber: I know. [whispers] What now?
House: I could stay here with you.
Amber: Get off the bus.
House: [shakes head] I can't.
Amber: Why not?
House: Because…because it doesn't hurt here. I don't want to be in pain. I don't want to be miserable. [pause] And I don't want him to hate me.
Amber: Well, you can't always get what you want.
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