Lost, Season Six

Locke:
What did you lose?

Jack:
Excuse me?

Locke:
They lost one of my bags. What about you?

Jack:
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Locke:
Try me.

Jack:
They lost my father.

Locke:
I'm sorry?

Jack:
He died a couple of days ago in Australia, and I flew down to get him.

Locke:
My condolences. [screaming to Oceanic employee handing him his lost luggage form] Yo!

Jack:
The coffin was supposed to go on the plane in Sydney, but it didn't. Apparently he is somewhere in transit, which is their way of saying that they have no idea where the hell he is.

Locke:
Well, how could they know?

Jack:
They're the ones who checked him in. I mean, they have to have some kind of tracking system.

Locke:
No, I'm not talking about the coffin. How could they know where he is? They didn't lose your father, they just lost his body. [Jack ponders this as Locke smiles at him] Either way, your story beats the hell out of mine. All that was in my suitcase was a bunch of knives.

Jack:
Some kind of salesman?

Locke:
Yeah, something like that. Well, it was nice talking to ya, but I hope you find that coffin.

Jack:
I hope you find your knives.

Locke:
Thanks.

Jack:
You mind if I ask what happened to you? I'm only asking because I'm a spinal surgeon. I didn't mean --

Locke:
No, don't worry about it. Surgery isn't going to do anything to help me. My condition is irreversible.

Jack:
Nothing is irreversible. [hands him his card] If you ever want a consult, just give me a call. It's on the house.

Locke:
Well thanks. [reads his card] Jack Shephard, I'm John, John Locke. [shakes Jack's hand]

Jack:
It's nice to meet you, John.

Locke:
It's nice to meet you, too.