I could be happier, but this’ll do me, I guess
Yea! Somebody finally decided to take House out behind the back shed and shoot it in the head! I’m so happy, but I could be happier, like, if they had done this four years ago when the show first started to suck.
Hey, remember when all these people were on this show? And not just the ones who were, like, too lazy to find new jobs or something?
I mean, look, I love seeing Hugh Laurie on my television screen as much as (if not more than) anybody, but this show was doddering along like a senility-stricken elephant.
Show, when you can't convince me to watch you, even for HUGH LAURIE, that's when it's time to throw in the towel.
It’s the show’s time, you know?
God bless you, Fox.
Now, please, let Fringe end on a good note.
Like, all the Observers come over and they have a dance party with them and their alternate universe selves and Walter finds the perfect recipe for a strawberry milkshake.
