Never let it be said that famous patients don't get special privileges, as Giles plays CDs on his own personal stereo. (Please don't bother emailing me about how when you were in the hospital this one time, they let you have all manner of electronic devices.) Foreman draws some blood. Giles turns the music off because he likes to have his deep discussions in silence. He asks if the pneumonia means that his ALS is getting worse. Foreman says it looks like it. Giles wonders if he'll die in New Jersey or make it back to L.A. Wow, both of those choices suck. He'd better hope he dies on the plane ride. Foreman says that an MRI might give them more information, but Giles ain't buying it. You don't do MRIs for pneumonia. Foreman admits that it was House's idea, and Giles has actually heard of House because he apparently reads medical journals when he isn't playing his trumpet. "Obsessive sunnuvabitch?" he asks. Foreman says that is House indeed. Giles asks Foreman who's right: Hamilton and the ALS diagnosis, or House and the not-ALS diagnosis? Foreman reluctantly says that "everything points to the ALS." In that case, says Giles, he will not consent to the MRI and he would like to sign a Do Not Resuscitate order. Way to get a second opinion, there, champ.