Taub finds House's file. We see that he lives on 519 Morehall St., so I guess his new address has made it to his typewriter-written file. Seriously, PPTH's HR department doesn't have computers for this kind of thing? This hospital is so weird. House's physician and emergency contact are listed as Wilson, and he isn't smiling in his photo. Taub notes at least 30 malpractice settlements, one of which Foreman reads. House once did a brain biopsy without doing a CT map first, causing all sorts of terrible things to happen and the patient's brain to die. Huh. I guess House's willingness to subject his patients to unnecessary and dangerous tests and treatments without following the proper channels first has consequences after all. Oh, but wait -- Taub finds another case where a patient lost four units of blood after a botched penis-ectomy. Patient's name: Lisa Cuddy. As it turns out, the braindead patient was named Lisa Cuddy, too. Ah ha ha ha! Taub notes that House doesn't even have to be there to screw with them. No, but he does have to have way too much time on his hands. And a typewriter. Foreman decides to take a different approach and "get into [House's] head" by taking a bunch of Vicodins he took off a drug-seeker in the Clinic. Taub immediately decides that this is a good idea, and takes out one pill. Foreman says if he really wants to be like House, he'll take multiple pills. Just say no, Taub. Being on Vicodin isn't that special anyway. Lots of people do it lots of times. Oh, except me when I had my fucking tonsils taken out last year and they would only give me two days' worth of liquid Vicodin at a time and I ran out one night and the pharmacy didn't open until nine the next morning so I spent the entire night in the worst pain I've ever felt.

House decides to make Nash's last hours on Earth that much more fun by rubbing in the fact that there are no cards or flowers or people at his bedside. House guesses that Nash is either a lighthouse keeper or "a miserable bastard." Nash says he was a classics professor at Princeton, so that rules out the lighthouse keeper thing. House says he has the power to unlock Nash's morphine pump, thus allowing him to up his dosage and meet death all high and stuff. And unconscious, so House will be able to watch his TV in peace. "Win-win!" House says. But Nash turns the offer down. House calls him a "loser" and insists that Nash take him up on his offer. Nash thinks House's persistence has more to do with House wishing he could ease his own pain than Nash's. Well, obviously.