And instead of treating Jeff, they're all sitting around the lounge with Cameron and Chase, worried that by treating House's syphilis, they've also compromised his doctor skills. Kumar thinks they turned Van Gogh into a house painter. Taub cites another famous house painter, saying they may have "put Hitler on Ritalin." Cameron doesn't think it's fair to compare House to Hitler, which annoys Chase. "Just because I don't think he's Hitler doesn't mean I slept with him. I don't sleep with everyone who's better than Hitler," Cameron says. You guys, I miss Cameron. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I do. Foreman says this could be a good thing; today, House respected their opinions and even shared his marker. Biana points out that he also didn't care about the case. He didn't vote, nor did he offer up a diagnosis of his own. Solving medical puzzles used to be the only thing House cared about, and now he doesn't. Between the patient I don't know well enough to care about to the custody agreement plot insulting my intelligence to this syphilis plot that makes everyone else look stupid, I don't care about anything either.

House needs someone to share in his victory, so he pulls Wilson aside and makes him swear to secrecy. Wilson does, and House tells him that his team totally thinks he has syphilis. "Do you?" Wilson asks. "Not yet!" House claims. No, he just apparently left a blood sample tainted with syphilis lying around the lab in the hopes that one of the Cottages would test it so that he could pretend to take penicillin and make them all think he was getting nicer as he got better. "That's brilliant," Wilson says. It ... is? Really? I mean, I saw it coming that House didn't have syphilis, especially since we've seen him fake medical conditions before, but I don't understand how or even why he could have set this up. The only person suffering here is Jeff since House is pretending to suck at diagnosing. That's not good. With that, House invites Wilson out for bowling. Even though it's work hours and there's a staff shortage, Wilson goes for his bowling shoes. But first, he feels compelled to give House the Sex Talk. House shoots him down, saying he will continue "screwing ... " and they don't say what it is, but it's probably hookers. Or maybe House makes it with a big jar of syphilis. "We are who we are," House says. Unless you're nice, in which case you're sick.