All this talk about “Huddy” and “jumping the shark” is wrong. House and Cuddy’s relationship causes a lot more problems than it solves (“One day you’ll wake up next to me and decide that I killed your mother”), which is all the justification the writers need for continuing it for the rest of the season, at least. Can any House fan imagine a more delightful dilemma than Cuddy wanting to get House out of her personal life, but retain him at Princeton-Plainsboro?
I have no issue with the House-Cuddy relationship, as long as they continue keeping it like they have been. I’ve thought those two had chemistry since Season 1, and for awhile I lived in fear that if they had to hook House up with somebody, they’d pick simpy Cameron instead of Cuddy who can actually stand up to him. I had thought S7 should probably be the last because the two of them finally got together, but if they can keep the tension on, I’ll keep showing up to watch.
Apropos of not much, I personally cannot stand all the cutesy names fans have given various relationships on this show and others (“Huddy”? “Hameron”? “Foreteen”? Barf. I don’t want my favorite show invaded by teenage girl-speak. Anybody with me?) No offense to the previous poster, BTW, whom I notice also put it in quotes. 
I didn’t like this episode much. You’d think that, after a while, Cuddy gets it: House is almost always right. He might not pick the best way to get there, but he’s right. Instead, time after time, she kept running counter to it. To me, this entire episode was about Cuddy growing some balls when it comes to dealing with her mother, which isn’t very interesting.
Actually, I’ll partiaully take that back. It’s interesting to see the lengths that House will go to to get his way, like, say, threatening the career of the newest doctor.
There are other, worse ways to mix two five-letter words. Codsy? Huude?
His batting average is probably only about 1 in 3 or 4. He gets it wrong 2 or 3 times before he gets it right.
Yeah, granted. 
But why mix them at all? It’s the chat-speak, soundbite culture where everything has to be shortened. I hate it. Why not just say House-Cuddy, or House-Wilson, or whatever?
Oh, and while you’re at it–get off my lawn, you young chat-speaking whippersnappers!