Life as a House

-If I could just stand up.
-Stay there.

No, I'm fine. I'm OK.
A leg, two fingers, one rib,
and a mild concussion.

Not bad, considering the height.
Not a perfect day.
I should get the kids home.
Come on.
-See you.

Seat belt.
You look like shit lately,
you know?

You're looking better than ever.
I don't think Mom cares
that much that Peter left.

She seemed upset.
What's wrong with your back?
Do you have to have
surgery on it or what?

Because those pills that you're
taking are for a lot of pain.

And you seem to be going through
them pretty quick, that's all.

You're not still taking any,
are you?