Lost, Season One

Jack:
[about airplane turbulence] It's normal.

Rose:
Oh, I know, I just never been a really good flyer. My husband keeps reminding me that planes wanna be in the air.

Jack:
He sounds like a very smart man.

Rose:
Be sure and tell him that when he gets back from the bathroom.

[The plane is really shaking now.]

Jack:
Well, I'll keep you company until he does. Don't worry it's going to be over...

Kate:
[as she is about to stitch up Jack's wound] Any color preference?

Jack:
Nah, standard black.

Kate:
I might throw up on you.

Jack:
[shaking his head] You're doing fine.

Kate:
You don't seem afraid at all. I don't understand that.

Jack:
Well, fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a 16 year old kid, a girl. And at the end, after 13 hours, I was closing her up and I, I accidentally ripped her dural sac. Shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together, membrane as thin as tissue. And so it ripped open. And the nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I … And the terror was just so … crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing, but only for five seconds, that's all I was going to give it. So I started to count: One, two, three, four, five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up and she was fine.

Kate:
If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door.

Jack:
No, I don't think that's true. You're not running now.

Jack:
[as Boone is trying to give CPR to Rose] Stop! Her head's not tilted back enough, you're blowing air into her stomach.

Boone:
Are you sure? That was exactly what I was doing. I'm a lifeguard, I'm licensed.

Jack:
Yeah, well you seriously need to think about giving that license back.

Boone:
Maybe we should do one of those hole things? You know, stick the pen in the throat?

Jack:
[sarcastically] Yeah, good idea, you go get me a pen!

Boone:
Hey, does anyone have a pen?

Sayid:
You'd think they would've come by now.

Charlie:
What? Who?

Sayid:
Anyone.

[Kate and Jack get inside the cockpit.]

Kate:
So, what does a transceiver look like?

Jack:
Complicated walkie-talkie.

[Kate climbs over the pilot looking for the transceiver when suddenly the pilot takes a breath. Jack and Kate are shocked.]

Jack:
Hey! Can you hear me? [to Kate] I need that water. [He gives the pilot some water] Here. Here you go. Hey.

Pilot:
How many survived?

Jack:
At least 48. Does anything feel broken?

Pilot:
No, no. Just my head's a little dizzy, that's all.

Jack:
Yeah. It's probably a concussion.

Pilot:
How long has it been?

Jack:
Sixteen hours.

Pilot:
Sixteen? Has anybody come?

Jack:
Not yet.

Pilot:
Six hours in, our radio went out. No-one could see us. We turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we … we were a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place.

Charlie:
That's French! The French are coming! I've never been so happy to hear the French!

Boone:
Someone else was stranded here?

Charlie:
Guys... where are we?

Locke:
[talking about Backgammon, a game he is playing with Walt] Two players, two sides. One is light, one is dark.

Hurley:
How do you know how to do all that?

Sayid:
I was a military communications officer.

Hurley:
Oh yeah? You ever see battle?

Sayid:
I fought in the Gulf War.

Hurley:
No way! I got a buddy who fought over there. He was in the Hundred and Fifth Airborne. What were you, Air Force? Army?

Sayid:
The Republican Guard.

[Sawyer has just shot a charging polar bear.]

Kate:
Where did that come from?

Sawyer:
Probably Bear Village. How the hell do I know?

Kate:
Not the bear--the gun.

Sawyer:
I got it off one of the bodies.

Sayid:
One of the bodies.

Sawyer:
Yeah, one of the bodies.

Shannon:
People don't carry guns on planes.

Sawyer:
They do if they're a U.S. Marshal, sweet cheeks. There was one on the plane.

Kate:
How do you know that?

Sawyer:
I saw a guy lying there with an ankle holster, so I took the gun. Thought it might come in handy. Guess what. I just shot a bear!

Kate:
So why do you think he's a Marshal?

Sawyer:
Because he had a clip-on badge. I took that, too. Thought it was cool.

Sayid:
If we tell them what we know, we take away their hope... and hope is a very dangerous thing to lose.

Kate:
So we lie.

Jack:
Three days ago we all died. We should all be able to start over.

Sawyer:
You're just not looking at the big picture, Doc. You're still back in civilization.

Jack:
Yeah? And where are you?

Sawyer:
Me? I'm in the wild.

Hurley:
Was it a dinosaur?

Jack:
It wasn't a dinosaur.

Hurley:
If you didn't see it, how do you know it wasn't a dinosaur?

Jack:
Cause dinosaurs are extinct.

Hurley:
Oh, yeah, good point.

Charlie:
So, your, uh... your husband, was he on the flight?

Claire:
Oh, no, I'm not married.

Charlie:
Oh.

Claire:
I know. How modern of me.

Charlie:
Well, who needs men, right? Bloody useless.

Jack:
Everyone who was in the rear of the plane is dead.

Rose:
They're probably thinking the same thing about us.

Sayid:
We can find food. There are plenty of things on this island we can use for sustenance.

Sawyer:
And exactly how are we gonna find this sustenance?

[A knife is thrown into the seat next to Sawyer's head, everyone looks at Locke]

Locke:
We hunt.

Kate:
How did you get that on the plane?

Locke:
Checked it.

Jack:
You either have very good aim, or very bad aim, Mr...

Michael:
Locke. His name is Locke.

Jack:
Okay Mr. Locke, what is it that we're hunting?

Locke:
We know there are wild boar on the island. w:Razorbacks by the look of em. The ones that came into the camp last night were piglets, 100, 150 pounds each. Which means that there's a mother nearby. A 250 pound rat, with scimitar like tusks, a surly disposition, who'd love nothing more than to eviscerate anything that comes near it. Boar's usual mode of attack is to circle around and charge from behind so I figure it'll take at least three of us to distract her long enough for me to flank one of the piglets, pin it and slit its throat.

Sawyer:
And you gave him his knife back?

Jack:
[To Sawyer about Locke's hunting] Well if you've gotta better idea?

Sawyer:
Better than the three of us wandering into the magic forest to bag a hunk of ham with nothing but little bitty hunting knife? Hell no it's the best idea I ever heard. [Locke reveals his suitcase full of hunting knives.]

Hurley:
Who is this guy?

Jack:
We don't have time to sort out everybody's God.

Charlie:
Really? Last I heard we were positively made of time.

Shannon:
The ocean's full of fish.

Boone:
Hate to break it to you...the ocean's not gonna take your gold card.

Locke:
Hey, hey! Don't you walk away from me! 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. This is -- I'm supposed to do this dammit! Don't tell me what I can't do. DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T...

Locke:
But I've looked into the eye of this island, and what I saw... was beautiful.

...

Locke:
I'm not a big believer in... magic. But this place is different. It's special. The others don't wanna talk about it because it scares them, but we all know it, we all feel it.

Jack:
I can't.

Locke:
Why can't you?

Jack:
Because I'm not a leader.

Locke:
Yet they all treat you like one.

Jack:
I don't know how to help them. I'll fail. I don't have what it takes.

Locke:
A leader can't lead until he knows where he's going.

Sayid:
[to Kate, about Sawyer] You go after him now and he'll give you nothing. But if you wait, a rat will always lead you to its hole.

Jack:
It's been six days, and we're all still waiting. Waiting for someone to come. But what if they don't? We have to stop waiting. We need to start figuring things out. A woman died this morning just going for a swim. He tried to save her and now you're about to crucify him. We can't do this. Every man for himself is not going to work. It's time to start organizing. We need to figure out how we're going to survive here. Now I found water. Freshwater, up in the valley. I'll take a group up there at first daylight. If you don't want to come then find another way to contribute! Last week most of us were strangers. But we're all here now. And God knows how long we're going to be here. But if we can't live together-we're gonna die alone.

Locke:
Crazy people don't know they're going crazy. They think they're getting saner.

Kate:
Hey, Charlie, ask Jack about his tattoo.

Charlie:
Oh, you guys have an inside joke. How absolutely wonderful for you both.

Sayid:
Is there a reason you didn't consult us when you decided to form your own civilization?

Kate:
It's just that you... and the tattoos... don't add up. Were you one of those hardcore spinal surgeons or something?

Jack:
That's me. Hardcore.

Charlie:
If you two are done verbally copulating, we should get a move on.

Locke:
Pull yourself together, son.

Charlie:
It wouldn't be an irrational fear of bees if I could just pull myself together, would it?

Kate:
[About her T-shirt] It was, uh, it was full of bees.

Charlie:
I'd have thought C's, actually.

Locke:
Nice work, Charlie. You make excellent bait!

Charlie:
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.

Priest:
Go ahead, my son.

Charlie:
Last night, I had... relations with a girl I didn't even know.

Priest:
I see. Anything else?

Charlie:
Yeah. Right after that I had... relations with another girl. Then straight after that, I watched... while they had... relations with... each other.

Walt:
We should get Mister Locke.

Hurley:
Locke's out in the jungle killing stuff.

Locke:
[Talking to Charlie about a moth cocoon] You see this little hole? This moth's just about to emerge. It's in there right now, struggling. It's digging it's way through the thick hide of the cocoon. Now, I could help it - take my knife, gently widen the opening, and the moth would be free - but it would be too weak to survive. Struggle is nature's way of strengthening it.

Kate:
[to Sawyer] I don't feel sorry for you, I pity you.

Jack:
[Trying to get Shannon's inhalers] You attacked a kid for trying to help his sick sister.

Sawyer:
No, I whooped a thief 'cause he was going through my stuff--

Jack:
Yours? What makes it yours?

Sawyer:
--which I had to move because everybody wants to help themselves.

Jack:
You can just take something out of a suitcase, and that makes it yours?

Sawyer:
Look, I don't know what kind of commie share-fest you're running over in cave town, but down here possession's nine-tenths and a man's got a right to protect his property.

Jack:
Get up!

Sawyer:
Why, you wanna see who's taller?

Jack:
I said get up!

Sawyer:
[to Jack] You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Now you get to be a hero again, 'cause that's what you do. You fix everything up all nice. [to Kate] Time to let go Freckles. We already made out. What else I got to live for? Hey, Jack, there's something you should know. If the tables were turned...I'd watch you die.

Boone:
[about Shannon's asthma] She's been embarrassed about it since she was a kid. I guess breathing isn't cool.

Kate:
Are you serious?

Sawyer:
Baby, I am tied to a tree in the jungle of mystery. I just got tortured by a damn spinal surgeon and a genuine Iraqi. Of course I'm serious.

Sawyer:
[to Kate about the letter] I became the man I was hunting. I became Sawyer. Don't you feel sorry for me.

[Hurley has laid out a golf course.]

Hurley:
Welcome to the first and... hopefully last Island Open! It's two holes, for now, three par, and no waiting!

Jack:
Hurley, you built... a golf course?

Hurley:
Rich idiots fly to tropical islands all the time to whack balls around!

Michael:
[incredulous] All the stuff we gotta deal with, man... this is what you've been wasting your time on?"

Hurley:
Dudes... listen. Our lives suck! Everyone's nerves are stretched to the max! We're lost on an island, running from boars and monsters... freakin' polar bears!

Michael:
Polar bears?

Charlie:
You didn't hear about the polar bear?

Sayid:
I'm a survivor of a plane crash. I found the wire on the beach. I followed it. I thought it might have something to do with. . . a transmission we picked up on a receiver. . . a recording - a mayday with a French woman repeating on a loop for sixteen years.

Rousseau:
Sixteen years. Has it really been that long?

Sawyer:
A doctor playing golf. Whoo, boy howdy! Now I've heard everything. What's next? A cop eating a doughnut?

Sayid:
You'll find me in the next life, if not in this one.

Rousseau:
What?

Sayid:
The writing on the back of Nadia's photograph.

Jack:
This is bad.

Michael:
Yeah. I mean, I know what I would do, but... this has gotta be your call.

Jack:
All right... give me the 7 iron.

Hurley:
So, I had an idea. I'm out here looking for some psycho with Scott and Steve, right. And I'm realizing... who the hell are Scott and Steve?

Hurley:
We just had a little incident in the valley last night.

Shannon:
An incident?

Hurley:
Yeah. Claire, the pregnant girl, you know her. She, uh, kinda got attacked.

Shannon:
What?

Boone:
She's okay?

Hurley:
Yeah. She's a little shook up.

Shannon:
I am so not moving to the rape caves!

Charlie:
I had this dream once. I'm driving a bus, and my teeth start falling out. My mum is in the back, eating biscuits. Everything smells of bacon. It's weird.

Charlie:
[imitating Claire's diary] "Dear Diary, still on the bloody island. Today I swallowed a bug. Love, Claire."

Hurley:
We got a problem. The manifest. Jack, the census. The names of everyone who survived, all 46 of us. I interviewed everyone, here, at the beach. Got their names. One of them, one of them isn't - Jack! One of them isn't in the manifest. He wasn't on the plane.

Walt:
[After winning backgammon] You owe me twenty thousand dollars!

Hurley:
Don't worry, you'll get it.

Sawyer:
Well, well, well. I don't know if you Islams got a concept of karma, but I get the sense this island just served you up a heaping platter of cosmic payback.

Sayid:
What do you want?

Sawyer:
Dr. Do-Right doesn't trust me with his antibiotics so I gotta hump it up here every day to get my meds. You know, a less magnanimous man than I might just be thinking he could beat the ever-living snot out of you right now without fear of reprisal.

Sayid:
You want a shot, take it. But know that I left this camp out of shame for what I did to you. It was never my intention to return.

Sawyer:
Sorry, fresh out of sweet forgiveness. If it wasn't your intention to return, then why did you?

Sawyer:
So, a tribe of evil natives planted a ringer in the camp to kidnap a pregnant girl and a reject from w: VH1 has-beens. Yeah, fiendishly clever. And why am I getting the evening news from a six-year-old?

Walt:
I'm ten.

Sawyer:
Okay, then it must be true.

Locke:
[to Jack] You be the doctor, let me be the hunter.

Boone:
Red shirt. You ever watch Star Trek?

Locke:
No, not really.

Boone:
The crew guys that would go down to the planet with the main guys, the captain and the guy with the pointy ears, they always wore red shirts and they always got killed.

Locke:
Yeah?

Boone:
Yeah.

Locke:
Sounds like a piss poor captain.

[Shannon's limited command of French is not up to translating Rousseau's notes.]

Sayid:
This was a mistake.

Shannon:
Yeah. Haven't you heard? I'm completely useless.

Sawyer:
[handing over suitcase] Hope you got yourselves some jaws of life back in cave town. That's what it's gonna take to pop this bitch.

Sawyer:
I was protecting you!

Kate:
From what? Southern perverts?

Michael:
You're wasting your time, man. If you pick the lock on a [w:Zero Halliburton|Halliburton]], I'll put you on my back and fly us to L.A.

Sawyer:
You better find yourself a runway, Daddy. 'Cause there ain't a lock I can't pick.

Sawyer:
[mocking Kate, in a caveman grunt] Me Kate. Me throw rock.

Sawyer:
[trying to open the case] Impact velocity? Physics, my ass.

Jack:
How're you doing?

Charlie:
How am I doing? With week two of heroin withdrawal? Or how am I doing with Claire being abducted by the freak who tried to kill me?

Jack:
I gave you aspirin for the heroin withdrawal.

Locke:
Hi.

Sayid:
I didn't hear you.

Locke:
Sorry. I'm sneakier than I give myself credit for.

Hurley:
[to Jin] Are you sure you don't speak English? There's a rumor that you do... Your wife's hot!

[Jin looks bewildered]

Jack:
What do you think his story is?

Charlie:
Who, Locke? Guy's a freak of nature. Highly disturbed. Chances are he probably killed all his mates at the post office the day his mum forgot to put a cookie in this lunch tin. That was my first impression anyway. Then he saved my life.

Jack:
Then you trust him?

Charlie:
Trust him? No offense, mate, but if there was one person on this island that I would put my absolute faith in to save us all, it would be John Locke.

Jack:
What is that?

Charlie:
Claire's diary.

Sayid:
You read her diary?

Charlie:
Yeah, I know. I'm bloody scum.

Hurley:
We're having another tournament for the last of the deodorant sticks.

Walt:
[after throwing knife at tree] Man! I suck!

Sawyer:
Good literature is kinda scarce around here.

Charlie:
[to Sawyer] You hit like a ponce.

Sawyer:
Looks like ol' Steve drew the short straw.

Hurley:
Dude, that was Scott.

Claire:
I remember peanut butter. Why do I remember peanut butter?

Charlie:
It was imaginary peanut butter, actually.

Charlie:
You boys talk about Claire all you want. I'm actually going to go spend some time with her. I get the impression she might still be a tad upset.

Jack:
Do you know how to use a gun?

Sawyer:
Well, there's one polar bear that seems to think so.

Sawyer:
Winner by a knockout. Nice one, Doc. Now maybe somebody can tell me who or what this son of a bitch is. Unh-unh-unh, Jungle Boy. Not even for one second.

Charlie:
Hurley, look, I appreciate the help. You don't have to. I killed Ethan, I can bury him.

Hurley:
Yeah, 'til he raises from the dead. Dude, I know how this works. This is going to end with you and me running through the jungle... screaming, crying... he catches me first because I'm heavy and I get cramps.

[Kate and Sawyer play "I never"]

Sawyer:
I've never been in love!

Kate:
You've never been in love?

Sawyer:
I ain't drinking, am I?

[Kate drinks]

Kate:
I never had a one-night stand!

[Sawyer drinks]

Kate:
Bottom's up, Sailor!

Sawyer:
I gotta drink for each one?!!

Sawyer:
I've never been to Disneyland

[Kate doesn't drink]

Swayer:
Oh come on. Thats just sad.

Christian Shephard:
Do you know why they call Australia "Down Under"? Because it's as close as you can get to Hell without being burned.

Christian Shephard:
This... This business that you have... Will it ease your suffering?

Sawyer:
Yeah.

Christian Shephard:
Then what are you doing here?

Sawyer:
It aint that simple.

Christian Shephard:
Of course it is! Unless you want to end up like me, of course it is!

Locke:
Sure, you can yell at Boone 'til you're blue in the face, but all you're doing is giving him what he wants.

Shannon:
Yeah? What's that?

Locke:
Your attention.

Sawyer:
You're pretty scared, huh? Scared, you understand scared, don't you? Huh? [Sawyer pushes Jin down.] If you ain't, you're going to be, Bruce. Folks down on the beach might have been doctors and accountants a month ago, but it's Lord of the Flies time, now.

Sun:
My husband is many things. But he is not a liar.

Sawyer:
You gonna lecture us about lying, Betty? From the look on his face even your old man here didn't know you speak English!

Jin:
[about Sun] In a good world... she would hate her father, not me.

Jin's father:
It is a good world.

Locke:
They've attacked us, sabotaged us, abducted us, murdered us... We're not the only people on this island and we all know it!

Carmen (Hurley's mother):
Where are you taking me? You know very well I don't like suprises.

Hurley:
Oh, you're going to like this one, Ma. I mean, after everything you've been through...like Grandpa...

Carmen:
[Crosses self, says prayer in Spanish]

Hurley:
Then at the funeral, Father Aguilar getting struck by lightning. Man, that was a freak storm. And Diego moving back home after Lisa left him for that...waitress.

Carmen:
Don't mention that whore to me!

[A gunshot is heard, and a branch is struck right beside Hurley and Charlie. They both pause, confused]

Hurley:
...Is someone shooting at us--[Another gunshot rins out and Hurley and Charlie run]

Hurley:
You don't know?! Okay... that thing in the woods? Maybe it's a monster. Maybe it's a... pissed off giraffe, I don't know. The fact that no one is even looking for us? Yeah, that's weird. But I just go along with it, 'cause I'm along for the ride. Good old fun-time Hurley. Well, guess what? Now - I want some friggin' answers!

Charlie:
You're not the only one with baggage, you know. Do you want to know what I was doing when the plane went down? Snorting heroin, in the toilet. I was such a junkie I couldn't even take a plane trip without having a fix.

Hurley:
Back home I'm worth a hundred and fifty-six million dollars.

Charlie:
I bare my soul, and all I get is bloody jokes!

Jack:
[on helping Sawyer] ...all I'm gonna get is a snappy one-liner, and, if I'm lucky, a brand-new nickname.

Jack:
[diagnosing Sawyer] Have you ever had sex with a prostitute?

Sawyer:
What's that got to do with my headaches?

Jack:
Maybe a lot.

Sawyer:
...yes.

Jack:
Have you ever contracted an STD? [Sawyer is silent] I'll take that as a yes. When was your last outbreak?

Sawyer:
Go to hell, Doc.

Kate:
I know he deserved it, but...

Jack:
He needs glasses.

Jack:
You've got hyperopia.

Sawyer:
Hyperopia? That's..... What is that?

Jack:
You're farsighted.

Hurley:
[on Sawyer's new glasses] Dude, looks like someone steamrolled Harry Potter.

Kate:
Thank you for helping him [Sawyer] I know it was probably the last thing you wanted to do.

Jack:
I didn't do it for him.

Shannon:
Oh, okay. Are you lost?

Sayid:
No, absolutely not. Those trees look really familiar. It's this way...I think.

Shannon:
Did you just say 'I think'?

Jack:
[on Charlie's scant collection of responses to the "blood type" question] You only asked four people?!

Charlie:
I asked the whole sodding camp! Nobody knows their blood type! Most don't know their blood type! I don't know my own bloody blood type!

Boone:
[between raspy breaths] I know you made a promise. I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go, Jack.

Jack:
I'm sorry.

Boone:
Don't be.

Boone:
Tell Shannon... Tell Shannon... Tell... [dies]

Jack:
He (Boone) didn't die, he was murdered.

Kate:
Where are you going?

Jack:
To find John Locke.

Sayid:
I didn't know Boone very well, and for that I am sorry. On our sixth day here a woman named Joanna died. She drowned. And Boone was the first one into the water. I didn't know him, but I remember his courage. And I know he will be missed.

Kate:
I crushed up some sleeping pills and put them in your juice.

Jack:
You drugged me?

Kate:
Yeah.

Kate:
Hey, brought you something to eat.

Jack:
What's in it, chloroform?

Sayid:
Take me to the hatch.

Locke:
What? I already showed you....

Sayid:
John! No more lies.

Sayid:
[noticing the scar where Locke's kidney was removed] What's that?

Locke:
War wound.

Sayid:
Looks more like a surgical scar.

Locke:
Like I said, war wound.

Locke:
Why would Kate poison Michael?

Hurley:
Well, you know, the whole fugitive thing. [Jack gawks at Hurley] He doesn't know? [Jack shakes his head]. Well how am I supposed to keep straight who knows what around here? I mean, Steve didn't even know about the polar bear.

Tom:
No self-respecting man in Iowa goes anywhere without beer.

Charlie:
Okay, check this out...this is track two, it's called - [Claire tries to stop him from moving] sorry, it's called 'Monster Eats the Pilot.'

Rousseau:
You have three choices: run, hide... or die.

Arzt:
You know what? I'm going back.

Jack:
Hey. I thought you wanted to help.

Arzt:
Yeah, I wanted to help, but that was before Montand lost his frickin' arm.

Hurley:
So, Arnzt.

Arzt:
No. Not Arnzt. Arzt. A-R-Z-T.

Hurley:
Sorry, man. Your name's hard to pronounce.

Arzt:
Well, I know a bunch of ninth graders who pronounce it just fine.

Hurley:
How 'bout I just call you by your first name?

Arzt:
How 'bout you don't?

Hurley:
Why not? I remember it from the plane's manifest. I think Leslie's a bitchin' name.

Arzt:
Arnzt is fine.

Sawyer:
By the time you get back we'll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then.

Jack:
Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer.

Sawyer:
[pause] Jack! About a week before we all got on the plane I got to talking to this man in a bar in Sydney. He was American, too. A doctor. I've been on some benders in my time, but this guy he was going for an all time record. It turns out this guy has a son his son's a doctor, too. They had some kind of big time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing.

Jack:
[starts to recognize who Sawyer's talking about]

Sawyer:
See, kids are like dogs, you knock them around enough they'll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway, there's a pay phone in this bar. And this guy, Christian... tells me he wishes he had the stones to pick up the phone, call his kid, tell him he's sorry, that he's a better doctor than he'll ever be he's proud and he loves him. I had to take off, but something tells me he never got around to making that call. Small world, huh?

Jack:
[unable to hold back tears] Yeah...

Sawyer:
Good luck, Jack.

Michael:
You singing Bob Marley?

Sawyer:
No. [little pause] Why? You like Bob Marley?

Michael:
Man, who doesn't like Bob Marley?

Arzt:
Did you hear about the guy who invented nitroglycerin? Probably not because he blew his freakin' face off! Nitroglycerin is the most unstable substance known to man. It is extremely temperamental so you have to be..

[Arzt unexpectedly explodes]

Hurley:
Dude...

[Arzt is blown up]

Hurley:
That was messed up.

Hurley:
You have some...Arzt...on you.

Hurley:
How exactly does something like this happen?

Danielle:
Are you on the same island as I am?

Michael:
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt! No! Waaaaaaaaaalt!

Jack:
What the hell was all that about back there, John?

Locke:
What was what about?

Jack:
You asked me to let you go.

Locke:
That's right.

Jack:
That thing was taking you down the hole and you asked me to let you go.

Locke:
It wasn't going to hurt me.

Jack:
No, John, it was going to kill you.

Locke:
I seriously doubt that.

Jack:
Look, I need for you -- I need for you to explain to me what the hell's going on inside your head, John. I need to know why you believe that that thing wasn't going to...

Locke:
I believe that I was being tested.

Jack:
Tested?

Locke:
Yeah, tested.

Jack:
I think...

Locke:
That's why you and I don't see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack -- because you're a man of science.

Jack:
Yeah, and what does that make you?

Locke:
Me, well, I'm a man of faith. Do you really think all this is an accident -- that we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence -- especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.

Jack:
Brought here? And who brought us here, John?

Locke:
The island. The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you've seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you, too, Jack. It's destiny.

Jack:
Did you talk with Boone about destiny, John?

Locke:
Boone was a sacrifice that the island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here -- that led us down a path -- that led you and me to this day, to right now.

Jack:
And where does that path end, John?

Locke:
The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack -- all of it -- all of it happened so that we could open the hatch.

Jack:
No, no, we're opening the hatch so that we can survive.

Locke:
Survival is all relative, Jack.

Jack:
I don't believe in destiny.

Locke:
Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet.

Jack:
If we survive this, if we survive tonight, we're gonna have a Locke problem. And I need to know that you got my back.

Kate:
I got your back.

[Upon seeing "the numbers" written on the hatch]

Hurley:
Oh dude, no way...

Life together....die alone

Jack