Taub and Hadley are parked at the lady dealer's corner. Taub asks Hadley how she knew the woman was a dealer and not a hooker. Hadley says she saw money in the dealer's hand and figured she must have just been paid by Jerry for something, and it was way too fast it to be anything sex-related. Oh, I don't know about that. It could've been a quick HJ. Also, the lady dealer is even stupider than I thought if she's walking around with money in her hands. She finally appears, wearing the very latest in white girl dealer fashions. Taub and Hadley jump out of the car, and the dealer is immediately suspicious. Taub takes the lead, even though Hadley is obviously more experienced with this kind of thing, and assures the dealer that they aren't cops. The dealer asks what they want. "Um. I would like to buy some cocaine, please?" Taub says. Ha! I think Hadley put him up to doing the talking just for the comedic effect. Both Hadley and the dealer laugh at Taub, and the dealer gives him packet wrapped in her trademark red and black paper. Very pretty. Taub hands her the cash and immediately drops the packet on the ground. "Thank you!" he says, picking it up. The dealer does not say "you're welcome." Being rude is not a good way to assure yourself repeat business, dealer lady. That's one of the first rules of commerce. Taub wants to throw the packet in the car and get out of there, but Hadley grabs it and rubs a sample of the coke on her gums before pronouncing it "good" like she's in an episode of Miami Vice or something.
While Taub wishes he were anywhere else right now, Hadley walks back to the dealer and demands her shitty stash and not the really good stuff she gives to new customers to get them hooked. "Are you crazy, bitch?" Dealer Barbie says, not at all intimidating. How could she have possibly made it two days as a drug dealer? "I'm just a bitch who knows what she wants," Hadley says. Well, as long as no one is denying that Hadley is a bitch. Meanwhile, Taub is totally hiding behind the big tough terminally ill woman. Hee hee.
House is in Cuddy's office, where she's received a ton of baby supply shipments. Um, why did she have them delivered to work? That's really annoying, when you have to deal with someone's personal shipments. I know this because I used to work in an office where the boss was too cheap to buy a door that unlocked automatically and I was the only person in the front, so I had to get up and walk across the room and open the door every time we got a visitor or a delivery. And then one guy who worked there was getting married and had all of his wedding presents delivered to his workplace, which meant I was getting the door constantly and dragging large boxes of someone else's wedding presents all around the office. My PPTH equivalent had to do the same thing. How selfish of Cuddy. This is why she doesn't have any friends to throw her a baby shower in the first place so she can get all this stuff for free. "All the shopping, none of the stretch marks!" House says. Cuddy tells him this is not a good time. She also points out that she kept her barf-stained shirt on, which only goes to show that she is insecure about House's little tests of her maternal instinct. She tells him that her baby is sick. House doesn't express any sympathy, but asks her if all this is "worth" the unconditional love of a child, which he thinks is fake anyway. "It's unconditional need," he says. If anyone knows unconditional need, it's House, the most unconditionally needy person in the world. And just because your parents didn't love you unconditionally, House, doesn't mean that other parents are the same way. "Don't make this child the victim of your biological clock," he spits. Cuddy forgets herself and gets pissed off and reacts, which is exactly what House wants. She asks if the baby is better off with a mother who isn't ready and did meth seven months ago. "Yes. Because at least she knows she's not qualified for the job," House says. Cuddy doesn't respond, so House knocks her lamp over for attention. He says that's what will happen when the adopted daughter's boyfriend wants to have sex with her on her mother's desk and she doesn't have the self-esteem to say no. Cuddy just tells him he'll be paying for the lamp. "I'm paying for it right now. With wisdom," House says. That is a currency that Cuddy does not accept. "Get out," she orders. Whatever reaction House was hoping to get out of her, he didn't, and he seems very disappointed.