Lost, Season Four

[Ben has just broken into Charles Widmore's penthouse]

Charles Widmore:
Why are you here?

Ben:
I'm here, Charles, because you murdered my daughter.

Charles Widmore:
Don't stand there looking at me with those horrible eyes of yours, and lay the blame for the death of that poor girl on me, when we both know very well I didn't murder her at all, Benjamin. You did.

Ben:
No, that's not true.

Charles Widmore:
Yes, Benjamin, it is. You creep into my bedroom in the dead of night, like a rat, and have the audacity to pretend that you're the victim? I know who you are, boy, what you are. I know that everything you have you took from me. [pauses] So. Once again I ask you, why are you here?

Ben:
I'm here, Charles, to tell you that I'm going to kill your daughter. Penelope, is it? And once she's gone, once she's dead, then you'll understand how I feel, and you'll wish you hadn't changed the rules.

Charles Widmore:
You'll never find her. [Ben turns around and begins to walk away] That island's mine, Benjamin. It always was. It will be again.

Ben:
[Turns around] But you'll never find it.

Charles Widmore:
Then I suppose the hunt is on for both of us.

Ben:
I suppose it is. Sleep tight, Charles.