Ntila is getting a little wary of these doctors with their multiple diagnoses that are wrong. But Dibala insists that they know what they're doing, and damn if he doesn't sound wise. I really think that James Earl Jones could tell me to do anything and I would blindly follow, just because he can make it sound like it's for the best. He asks Foreman if he's married or dating the woman standing in the hallway outside with a "complicated expression on her face." Well, that can't be Hadley he's talking about, since she only has two facial expressions and neither of them is complicated. And yet, it is Hadley outside. I guess I don't believe everything James Earl Jones tells me after all.
Foreman leaves Dibala to deal with personal bullshit. Hadley and her awesome leather jacket got a call from Princeton General asking her to come for an interview. She figures Foreman had something to do with that. He admits that he did. For this, he gets dinner with Hadley tomorrow. I can't blame her. The job market is tough. I'd totally go out to dinner with a guy who could get me an interview somewhere. Anywhere. Preferably with health benefits.
House returns to Wilson's home to find a one-armed man at the mailboxes. It's Murphy, and he knows exactly who House is. He spots the cane and says it's responsible for all the "damn noise." Apparently, House makes so much noise tapping around on the floor that the neighbor is having trouble sleeping. House swore not to talk to Murphy, but he can't resist pointing out that the neighbor is complaining about the volume of a cane, which, by the way, has a rubber tip on the end and not a tap shoe. But how awesome would it be if it did have a tap shoe on the end? Season 7, guys. Come on. House tries to make nice with Murphy, actually apologizing and promising to try to be quieter. Murphy says he doesn't "give a crap" about that. "You keep it down or we're gonna have trouble," he says. Um, really? Because I'm pretty sure you can't kick someone out of a condo because the cane that he has to use is too loud. Hell, I can't even kick my old deaf neighbor who listens to her TV at full blast all day long and screams into her phone all night out. "Wow," House says to himself after the guy walks away. Wow, indeed. I didn't think House was capable of keeping his mouth shut in the face of such assholishness. Hooray for therapy!