House: I helped myself to your wine cellar. I’ll leave a buck on the way out. You’re not right for her.
Lucas: And you are?
House: Less wrong.
House: Then I started thinking… What was I saying?
Lucas: You were saying it’s late, and…
House: She invited me. She didn’t know if she should. She was trying to figure out if I really have changed or… if I’m still the same old S.O.B. I’ve always been. But she always gave me a chance. 832 chances. And I used up every one of them. 832’s her limit. Make a note.
Now we know Cuddy’s limit is a car through her home, you know, some old fashion violence against women (destroying property)