Pilot (1) (101)

Season 1
Pilot (1)
Pilot (2)
Tabula Rasa
White Rabbit
House Of The Rising Sun
The Moth
Confidence Man
Raised By Another
All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues
Whatever The Case May
Hearts And Minds
... In Translation
Deux Ex Machina
Do No Arms
The Greater Good
Born To Run
Exodus (1)
Exodus (2)
Exodus (3)

Season 2
Man of Science, Man of Faith
Everybody Hates Hugo
... And Found
The Other 48 Days
What Kate Did
The 23rd Psalm
The Hunting Party
Fire & Water
The Long Con
One of Them
Maternity Leave
The Whole Truth
Two for the Road
Three Minutes
Live Together, Die Alone

Season 3
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Ballerina
Further Instructions
Every Man for Himself
The Cost of Living
I Do
Not in Portland
Flashes Before Your Eyes
Stranger in a Strange Land
Tricia Tanaka is Dead
Enter 77
Par Avion
The Man from Tallahassee

JACK: Stop. Her head's not tilted far back enough. You're blowing air into her stomach.

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

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

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

JACK: Yeah, good idea. You go get me a pen.

KATE: I might throw up on you.

JACK: 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 thirteen 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, stenos tissue and ... So it ripped open. 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 gonna 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: Well, I don't think that's true. You're not running now.

HURLEY: So, I was just looking inside the fuselage. It's pretty grim in there. Do you think we should do something about the, uh ... B-O-D-Y-S?

MICHAEL: What are you spelling, man, "bodies"?


KATE: Can I ask you something?

CHARLIE: Me? I'd be thrilled. I've been waiting.

KATE: Have we ever met anywhere?

CHARLIE: No. That would be unlikely.

KATE: Hmm.

CHARLIE: I look familiar, though, right?

KATE: Yeah.

CHARLIE: Can't quite place it?

KATE: No, I can't.

CHARLIE: Yeah. I think I know.

KATE: You do?

CHARLIE: You all, everybody / You all, everybody

CHARLIE: You never heard that song?

KATE: I've heard it. I just don't know what the hell --

CHARLIE: That's us. Driveshaft. Look, the ring. Second tour of Finland. You never heard of Driveshaft?

KATE: The band?

CHARLIE: Yeah, the band.

KATE: You were in Driveshaft?

CHARLIE: I am in Driveshaft. I play bass.

KATE: Serious?

CHARLIE: Yeah. Charlie. Track 3, you know, I do backing vocals.

KATE: My friend Beth would freak. She loves you guys.

CHARLIE: Give me Beth's number. I'll call her. I'd love to. Does she live nearby?

PILOT: How many survived?

JACK: At least forty-eight. Does anything feel broken?

PILOT: No, no. Just my head -- it's a little dizzy, that's all.

JACK: 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 were a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place.