Cuddy tries to return to her office, but first she must deal with Nurse Assistant, who tattles on House for not showing up to Clinic duty. Instead of being a boss and ordering House to stop napping and start working, Cuddy does House's work for him, because apparently she just doesn't have enough to do. Her patient, an older gentleman, announces that he has cancer, and the only cure for it is breast milk. Not more cowbell? For some strange reason, the patient's oncologist won't write him a prescription for it. Um, is breast milk even able in a prescription? I'm pretty sure I've never seen it in my pharmacy before. "It has cancer-fighting qualities," the patient claims. He thinks that all he needs is a prescription and then he'll be able buy it from the local breast milk shop and his insurance will reimburse him. "They have no choice but to pay!" he thinks. HAHAHAHA! WRONG! Cuddy tries to school him, but he only gets angry at her, accusing her of trying to help his insurance company screw him over after he's paid premiums for thirty years and "never been sick a day in [his] life" until he got cancer. Now he can't work and that means he can't pay for breast milk unless it'll be reimbursed by his health insurance company. Seriously, how expensive can breast milk be? Cow milk at Trader Joe's is less than two bucks for a half gallon. This guy is going to the wrong breast milk stores. He demands that Cuddy give him his goddamn breast milk. Go ahead and do it, Cuddy. It won't be your problem when he gets turned down for the reimbursement on something he already paid full price for. But she refuses, so he calls her a bitch and leaves. Way to get way too angry with someone who's trying to help you out with your weird breast milk obsession, guy.