One of the weekly predestined TV shows for Mrs D & I is House. It’s not surprisingly a medically-oriented show which features a grumpy, principled, workaholic, loner as the lead character (hmm… don’t over-explore these distinctives!!). There are delightful collegial dynamics at play and the team piece is sometime what interests me the most. House has received many awards, for what some have called an “unorthodox lead character; a misanthropic diagnostician” and for “cases fit for a medical Sherlock Holmes,” both of which helped make House possibly the most distinctive new doctor drama in this millennium.
Every so often the delightfully-crusty House has a little epiphany, like in a recent show where he refused to call a foetus, two week’s short of viability, a baby. Until he had to operate on the foetus/baby and felt its living fingers grasp his finger. Good to always bundle in lots of moral and medical ambiguity…! What have you made of it?

There many quick, dry and sharp quips: here below or here!
House: ‘Clue number one - if I were Jesus, curing this kid would be as easy as turning water into wine.’
Foreman: ‘Demonic possession?’
House: ‘Close, but no wafer!!’

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