Speaking of hearts, House and Carly's extremely devoted assistant await the results of her surgery. It's over after a quick five and a half hours, which House says means it either went really well or really badly. The doctor tells them it was the former.
House goes to see his dumb patient, who still appears to be dumb. House says that the patient's vocal cords were paralyzed when he was intubated during the knee surgery, and that the injection of botox he gave him should have cured it. The patient shakes his head. House screams "boo!" again to see if that's true, and the patient does not scream back. House gets close and asks if he's just faking this now because he's afraid the settlement money he won will be taken away. I think that being rendered speechless for a year would still entitle you to something significant, though. House says he won't tell anyone, and that if the patient can talk, he should blink twice. The patient blinks twice, and they share a smile.
Carly wakes up from her surgery, looking remarkably healthy for someone who just got a new heart. House brings her some fried chicken, figuring that the strict diet she's supposed to be on while recovering won't do her eating disorder any favors. Neither will binging and the subsequent desire to purge, but whatever. Carly asks House why he fought so hard for her. "You're my patient," House says. Meanwhile, someone else's patient, whose heart crapped out due to no fault of his or her own, dies without getting a transplant, so great ethics there, House. On the other hand, I don't know how morally right it is that a committee of strangers can decide to let Carly die just because her psychiatric condition makes her more of a "risk" and therefore less deserving than someone else. It's a really, really fine ethical line. "Don't screw it up," House says. Carly nods. She'll have to give her company over to a man who can handle it without killing himself and then go get married and have some babies and cook a lot. And if that's not fulfilling enough, she can always go back to being Kiefer's office bitch. Just as long as a man is in CONTROL.
And then C.S.I.: NY begins. Oh wait -- House is just playing its theme song (better known as The Who's "Baba O'Riley," better known as "Teenage Wasteland") in his office. He plays along with the keyboard with one hand while pointing in a rocking-out fashion with the other. Then he sits and uses the other hand to play the piano part when it comes in. He looks a lot like me back in the days when I would listen to Tori Amos in my room and think about how much I hated high school and the world was so unfair, dammit! Feel free to make fun of me for this over email.