One seriously pissed-off Chase marches into the lounge and starts fixing himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Wilson's already there, of course, since he has nowhere else to go and nothing else to do with his time. Chase tattles to Wilson that House screwed up and almost maimed a cute little girl. But Chase saved the day, and House didn't even care. Wilson says the fact that Chase saved a little girl should be enough for him. Waiting for House's approval, Wilson says, is like waiting for Godot. Except that it has to be less boring. The only thing that made reading Waiting For Godot bearable in English class was pronouncing the T in Godot's name and thinking about those Go-Bot toys I used to own which were so much better than Transformers. And then I'd usually fall asleep. Chase says that he isn't waiting anymore, and storms out, revealing the bruise on his face House gave him as he turns away. Wilson looks very concerned.
Shitter hangs out in his PPTH room that I still can't believe Cuddy just let him have, apparently waiting for someone to stop by and talk to him. It's, like, 11 o'clock at night, dude. GO HOME. But of course, someone does stop by, ready to talk. It's Wilson. "I'm gonna need thirty pieces of silver," he Bibles, referencing how Judas betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. Except that makes House the Jesus, which I'm not sold on. Especially if it somehow makes Cuddy the Mary who got pregnant without having sex. No pregnancies for Cuddy, please. Anyway, I'm surprised to find myself actually agreeing with Wilson's decision here. House is out of control and he is ruining people's lives and PPTH and he needs to be stopped somehow. You can't punch your employees in the face or steal your friend and co-worker's prescription pads or, worst of all, make Cuddy cry and not face any consequences for it. It'll be interesting to see what those consequences will be.