an extremely inebriated The-Gambler stumbles out of the casino. You notice and identify her as The-Gambler immediately because she's very important and famous. The absolutely essential cog in the machine of House and thus by proxy, all the Mafia families. She spear tackles a park-bench and begins to speak to the pigeons.

"G-gather round posers. Put the guns away I have a philos-philosophical question for you. Come do some philosophizationing before House shoots me again."

the pigeons do not gather around, they clearly don't give a fuck

Listen 'ere, House dun gave me a note:

she presents the note to anyone willing to read it:

Dearest Gambler

With the assumption that one will always spend 100 percent of their money on dice and then 100 percent of the resulting winnings on dice again ad infinitum, would it not be fair to say that said money is worthless? Assuming the money and winnings consistently tumble in your cycle of dice games and never leave to be exchanged I think it's fair to say that, aside from the entertainment it clearly gives you, said money is without any value? Or is it?

-House

"If I do keep pouring all my w-winnings back into dice.. does that make the money effectively worthless? B-but if I stop doing that.. is my life worthless in exactly the same way? But what if.. the money is like my life? And it cycles in the same pointless way before dissipating? Can I even escape it with death? If House kills me.. will I even be able to ask the question? should I avoid snorting unknown substances in future? What if there's some kind of reincarnation after I di-"

she passes out on the park bench hoping someone can answer the deep and thought provoking philosophical question

Extremely irritated Applejuice takes out his gun and starts shooting randomly

You damn chickens how dare you ignore this great philosophical speach

Before Applejuice can answer the question he knows the answer to his face was slammed into the ground and he was handcuffed on his way to jail. 

Karmen was enjoying a good walk around the city when she spotted a drunk The-Gambler laying awkwardly on a bench, speaking to birds that weren't even listening to her. She was talking about House or something, money, if it really had any worth.. She could barely understand her through the slurred speech.

However, she did happen to have a blanket around her shoulders, so she pulled the blanket off and laid it across the now passed out Gambler. She said, to no one in particular, "It gets cold out here at night sometimes.. Don't want you to freeze to death.."

She turned away from Gambler and pulled a piece of bread out of her purse, tossing small pieces to the ground for the birds to eat, saving the last bite of bread for herself. She chewed it as she walked away, thinking about money and how often she lost it to House.. She thought, 'Wow, maybe The-Gambler was right..'