House: You have something to tell me.
Woman in Black: Yes. Who am I?
House: That’s asking, not telling. Who are you?
WIB: You know who I am.
House: If I did, I’d be passed out in bed instead of OD-ing in physostigmine on the sixth street crosstown.
WIB: What’s my necklace made of?
House: Resin.
WIB: Who am I?
House: I don’t know! Why the guessing game?
WIB: Because you don’t know the answer.
House: If I don’t, you don’t. You know the clues.
WIB: I know what’s bugging your subconscious. What’s my necklace made of?
House: No…
WIB: Who am I?
House: It doesn’t make sense.
WIB: What’s my necklace made of?

House: Amber.