Chase preps Jeff for his procedure. Nice of him to show up this episode. House stops by and takes a few Vicodins for his own pain, and Jeff comments that painkillers used to be enough for his pain, too. Now they aren't, which is probably House's biggest fear for himself. Jeff comments that House must not have a family, and House agrees that he left them back on Krypton. Jeff doesn't laugh, because pain takes away your sense of humor. Instead, he takes over Wilson's job and starts psychoanalyzing House, saying that it's easier for him to handle his pain because he's alone and doesn't have to put up a front for anyone. He also knows that House is having more bad days. House says that's true, which surprises Chase. Not like it really matters what Chase thinks about anything, since he's not really on the show anymore. Jeff says he's House's future when the drugs stop working, and Chase shoots him up to shut him up. House looks up to see Cameron observing from the OR balcony. How is it that Cuddy is so slammed with work that she can't even clean her own house, but Cameron has so much free time? And by the way, Jeff isn't House's future. If the leg pain becomes intolerable even with the painkillers, he can just cut his leg off. I'd also like to say that when I'm in pain, even tolerable pain, I don't have the energy or desire to psychoanalyze complete strangers.
Mr. DYFS looks around. He asks Cuddy if she has any guns or pets, trusting her response without bothering to investigate further. He notes that there are ants in the house. Wow, Cuddy must be freaking filthy to have ants in her house in the middle of winter in New Jersey. When he notices that Cuddy tried to hide some dirty diapers in her attaché case, she's sure she failed the exam, but Mr. DYFS is suddenly all smiles as he says that Cuddy is rich, seemingly stable, loving, and sufficiently embarrassed about her messy home, which makes her better than most of the foster mothers he visits. Indeed, I've known one foster mother in my life and she was none of those things. While Cuddy wants to be a foster mother to help a child (and help her child-wanting self), most applicants just do it for the money. Mr. DYFS says he'll see her next year for another check-up unless Cuddy's already made the adoption final before then. Cuddy breathes a sigh of relief. I love that she was expecting the state to give her this hardcore inspection after all those news stories about what a crappy job most state children's welfare agencies do.