Lost2004

[on the raft; Walt is asleep]

Sawyer:
Know what I like about you, Mike? You got the patience of a saint.

Michael:
Yeah? Why you say that?

Sawyer:
I've seen the way he talks to you. The way he runs around, does whatever the hell he wants. I'd have shown him the back of my hand a long time ago.

Michael:
You would, huh?

Sawyer:
Hell of a lot cheaper than a shrink.

Michael:
Is that what your father did to you? Show you the back of his hand?

Sawyer:
My daddy never got a chance to beat me. He shot himself when I was eight.

Michael:
[after a pause] That why you want to die, man?

Sawyer:
What?

Michael:
Since the day you told me you wanted on this raft, I couldn't figure it out. Why does a guy who only cares about himself want to risk his life to save everyone else? Yeah... way I see it, there's only two choices. You're either a hero, or you want to die.

Sawyer:
[gruffly] Well... I ain't no hero, Mike.