Friday, June 30, 2006

Notice of intent to plagiarise

Last night I watched the season 2 finale (warning! Link contains motherlode of all spoilage) of the best misanthropy of the week, House. We pick up in the scene where the eponymous doc is nitpicking the way of the right and good with the dude who shot his wry patient-hatin' ass before the opening credits rolled.
Dude who shot House: I don't want to argue about semantics.
House: You anti-semantic bastard.
Fuck. Genius. Heads up, people. I am going to steal this line shamelessly at the very first philosophically relevant opportunity. So much the worse for any poor dolt who doesn't already worship at the House altar. Eat my bon mot-laced dust, purists with no TV!


Tom Bozzo said...

Heh. That Bertie Wooster guy is pretty smart!

Heidi the Hick said...

Ack! I'm eating your dust! I have no TV!

Something tells me I'm missing out on some good stuff...
Anti-semantic. Friggin genius.

Old Scrote said...

I add it to the list of things I wish I had said, Xtin, and no doubt will at the first opportunity (pace Oscar Wilde; "I wish I'd said that" "You will, my dear, you will.")
Love your blog, suppressing the desire to comment all over the place. Seems like the space between Onan and Narcissus is not a bad place to be after all...