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Summer Jones:
[group is trying to figure out the controls of the flying saucer] Maybe there's less to figure out than there is to understand.

Cindy Collins:
You care about us, right?

Jack Shepard:
I brought cake...

Jack Shepard:
Pretty girls have no friends and never get any respect. Look at Miss. Halloway.

Summer Jones:
That is getting so old.

Dylan West:
Considering you can read my mind, I don't have many options.

Summer Jones:
I can't read your mind. I just feel stuff. And you can stop hitting on me entirley.

Dylan West:
No, I can't do that. You and I are destiny.

Summer Jones:
I see things.

Jack Shepard:
Do you see dead people?

Summer Jones:
I see you suffer from a massive inferiority complex.

Jack Shepard:
I try to hide that so well.

Jack Shepard:
That was bolted to the wall.

Larraby:
I told you not to call me unless the world was going to end.

Dr. Grant:
I don't know about the world ending, but we've been tracking a pan-dimensional anomaly that seems to be moving toward our time-space continuum.

Larraby:
Dr. Grant, I speak Greek, not geek.

Dr. Grant:
Let me put it this way. Concussion is still alive, and he's coming back.

Larraby:
He was destroyed.

Dr. Grant:
Nope.

Larraby:
We were there. We both saw it.

Dr. Grant:
Nope.

Cindy Collins:
[singing] A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P...

Jack Shepard:
Stop that. You're singing the alphabet. That's not a power. And your voice is average, it's not super.

Cindy Collins:
It is, too, super. [throwing the table]

Dr. Grant:
Get another table in here, please. Right away.

Summer Jones:
I see things.

Jack Shepard:
Do you see dead people?

Summer Jones:
I see that you suffer from a massive inferiority complex.

Jack Shepard:
[speak slowly to Marsha] I try to hide that so well.

Jack Shepard:
Cindy, what are you wearing?

Cindy Collins:
It's my alter eggo.

Jack Shepard:
You mean your "alter ego"?

Cindy Collins:
I'm a princess.

Jack Shepard:
Cindy, you're not a princess.

Cindy Collins:
But I look pretty.

Jack Shepard:
Yeah, but pretty girls don't have any real friends and they never get any respect. Take Miss Holloway, for instance.

Marsha Holloway:
Hey.

Dr. Grant:
[Cindy throws the 2.5-ton object] Scatter...