I'm competitive by nature. [Enjoy your light dose of sarcasm, Charlie.] Pick a sad song, I gotta one up you.

[When the music starts, House begins to sing. It would be better if he could get Wilson to join in for the harmonies, but that's not happening. He does glance ahead at the other man as they walk, wondering if he's enjoying the free concert of sad music.

Probably. He's a loser who likes movies that make him cry, anyway. When they finish up, House huffs a bet.]

Your pick, C-man. You've got good taste. I'll give you that.