House watched Foreman speak, taking note of the frustration bubbling to the surface. It bothered him, everything that went down at Mercy. It shouldn't have, not this much. He'd made a good decision--he'd meant it when he told that to Foreman--and not just a good one, but the right one, but it wasn't enough for him.
When Foreman finally posed his snappy question, then fell silent, staring at him, House said, returning the shortness in Foreman's tone, "You were supposed to learn that for the last three years. Not my fault you didn't pay attention." He tapped his cane several times on the floor, looking down at it, then back up to Foreman. "Look, you got fired. Do you think good doctors--right doctors--can't get fired? It's not enough for you to be right. If it was, you wouldn't be this pissed about what happened."
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When Foreman finally posed his snappy question, then fell silent, staring at him, House said, returning the shortness in Foreman's tone, "You were supposed to learn that for the last three years. Not my fault you didn't pay attention." He tapped his cane several times on the floor, looking down at it, then back up to Foreman. "Look, you got fired. Do you think good doctors--right doctors--can't get fired? It's not enough for you to be right. If it was, you wouldn't be this pissed about what happened."