I'm finding it increasingly difficult to simply walk down the street. In New York, I dashed in to buy a big pair of sunglasses to conceal myself, but the guy behind the counter shouted 'Hey! It's Dr. House.'
“So reports of my madness, as they say, were greatly exaggerated. Not that I give a bugger either way.”
“I love eggs so much. I feel like my day hasn't started until I've had eggs. I'm probably gonna die from high cholesterol!”