...and outside, Wilson notes that House was still done by 12. House: "How do you solve a problem like dermatitis?" By almost killing the patient, just like with every other problem on this show. Oh, sorry -- was I supposed to sing that? Sister Eucharist emerges from the room and thanks House for his patience, which seems a lot like thanking Russell Crowe for his even temper or thanking Gilbert Gottfried for never giving anyone a headache. Wilson asks House if she's talking to him. House, with a shifty side-eye: "I don't know! She's certainly looking at me!" Hee. The sister clarifies that it's good to get a secular diagnosis, since many of the other sisters interpret their illnesses as divine intervention. House notes that if she doesn't, she's wearing a funny hat. She gives him a "you so bad" look, and Wilson excuses himself. Before they can banter much more, though, The Nun Who Cried Stigmata rushes out and tells House that something's wrong. I'm telling you, MedicAlert should set up a deal with House's patients. Everyone would be a winner.