[House doesn't comment on the first part because he really doesn't disagree, but he has just enough tact for his friend not to rub it in. His life is miserable, this is just one more thing to pile on, really. The next part is more interesting, anyway, and it has House raising his brows as he takes another drag and puffs out smoke.]

Funnily enough, they haven't built that fancy-ass Pacific Chunnel to Europe when I'm from. And I haven't got the chops to play James Bond for one of them fancy-ass convertible to Sea-Doo bikes. South America's more likely. More my kinda peeps, anyway. Especially if I'm gonna get laid. [Which is probably the most bizarre 'last request' House has ever heard.] Is there some reason you want me to do that, bee tee dubs? Just living the adulterer life vicariously from beyond the grave? Didn't you say I was married?

[Sham marriage, though it might be.]