Back at the hospital, Alice is asleep -- and so is Taub. Foreman tries to wake him up for his turn, but House banging on the window with his cane does a better job of it. While Foreman nervously blathers at House and says Alice is fine, House theatrically rolls the bed around and yanks down the blankets when she wakes up. "You wet the bed," he informs her. "Just not sure how yet." Well, it's a good thing we know about it, then.

Next morning, Chase breezes into the meeting room to join Forman and Taub, and he's wearing the same shirt and tie as last night. He has shed the sweater vest, however, because that would have clashed with his shit-eating grin. "If it's any consolation, I didn't get any sleep either," he smugs at them. It does not, for the record, appear to be any consolation. "Unilateral hyperhidrosis?" he reads from Alice's chart. "Interesting." Not really. Although if the show is going to accuse a character of wetting the bed in layman's terms, it should probably do the same when clarifying that the soaked linens were actually caused by excessive sweating on one side of the body. Foreman updates Chase on Alice's tuna intake, and Chase catches up with me on my mercury poisoning theory. As House enters, he says it explains the seizures, pain and depression. Cool! Now we can spend the rest of the episode exploring House and Cuddy's relationship. Oh, wait -- shit. Foreman comes to our rescue by pointing out that the only trouble with the mercury poisoning theory is that Alice's mercury levels are normal. Chase suggests further testing, but Taub and Foreman remind everyone that they can't do that because Alice asked for a female doctor. Foreman complains about that being a blatant attempt to run out the clock on her psych hold. "Put some lipstick on Chase and start chelation therapy," House orders. Nobody points out that Chase is probably already wearing lipstick, just not where we can see it. Off their blank looks, he agrees, "Okay, I'll go talk to Cuddy. Maybe she'll let us borrow a dress, too."