Lost, Season 1

Agent:
The Walkabouts we arrange here are not just some stroll through the park. It's trekking across vast stretches of desert, rafting bloody treacherous waters--

John Locke:
Look, you've got no idea who you're talking to. I'm well aware of what's involved, believe me. I probably know more than you on the subject.

Agent:
In any case, it's a trying ordeal for someone in peak physical condition, let alone--

John Locke:
Look, I booked this tour a month ago, you've already got my money. Now, I demand a place on that bus.

Agent:
You misrepresented yourself--

John Locke:
I never lied.

Agent:
By omission, Mr. Locke! You neglected to tell us about your condition.

John Locke:
My condition is not an issue. I've lived with it for 4 years. It's never kept me from doing anything.

Agent:
Look, unfortunately it is an issue for our insurance company. I can't keep the bus waiting any longer. It isn't fair to the other people.

John Locke:
Hey, don't talk to me about fair!

Agent:
I can get you on a plane back to Sydney on our dime. That's the best I can do.

John Locke:
No. I don't want to go back to Sydney. Look I've been preparing for this for years. Just put me on the bus, right now, I can do this.

Agent:
No, you can't.

John Locke:
Hey, hey, don't you walk away from me.

[Locke moves from under the desk, revealing that he is in a wheelchair]

John Locke:
You don't know who you're dealing with! Don't ever tell me what I can't do, ever! This is destiny. This is destiny. This is my destiny. [yelling] I'm supposed to do this, dammit! Don't tell me what I can't do! Don't tell me what I can't...