Pilot (2) (102)

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

SHANNON: My brother. Boone -- God's friggin' gift to humanity.

SAYID: Tell them! Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them that I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!

SAWYER: If the shoe fits, buddy!

JACK: What is going on? What's going on?!

MICHAEL: Look, my kid found these in the jungle.

SAWYER: And this guy was sitting in the back row of business class the whole flight. Never got up. Hands folded underneath the blanket.


SAWYER: And for some reason --I'm just pointing this out -- the guy I saw next to him didn't make it.

SAYID: Thank you so much for observing my behavior.

SAWYER: You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded?

HURLEY: Chain-smoking jackass.

SAYID: Some people have problems.

HURLEY: Some people have problems -- us. Him. You're okay. I like you.

SAYID: You're okay, too.

HURLEY: Hurley. Oh, just --

SAYID: Sayid.

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 104th airborne. What were you --Air Force, Army?

SAYID: The Republican Guard.

KATE: Is it working?

SAYID: It seems to be ... except we're not picking up a signal.

KATE: Why do we need to pick up a signal? Aren't we trying to send one?

SAYID: Yes, but what you want to see here is little bars. The bars would show the radio is getting reception.

KATE: We need the bars.

SAYID: We could broadcast blind, hope that someone -- maybe a ship somewhere picks up our distress call. But that could be a waste of the battery, which might not last that long. There is one thing we could try ...

KATE: What?

SAYID: Seeing if we can get a signal from high ground.

KATE: How high?

KATE: How is he? Can you do anything?

JACK: Pull out the shrapnel.

KATE: But you said yesterday that if you took it out --

JACK: I know, but that was yesterday. I was hoping he'd be at a hospital by now. If I leave him like this, he'll be dead within a day. If I open him up -- if I can control the bleeding and if he doesn't go into sepsis and if I can find some antibiotics -- he might be all right.

BOONE: What are you doing?

SHANNON: I think I was mean to him.

BOONE: What?

SHANNON: He's that guy from the gate -- he wouldn't let us have our seats in first class. He saved our lives.

BOONE: Come on, Shannon, we're trying to clear some of the wreckage. You should help out. You're just being worthless over here.

SHANNON: I'm being what?

BOONE: What do you want me to say? You're sitting on your ass staring at bodies.

SHANNON: I've just been through a trauma here, okay?

BOONE: We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is, since the crash, you've actually given yourself a pedicure.

JOHN LOCKE: Backgammon is the oldest game in the world. Archaeologists found sets when they excavated the ruins of Ancient Mesopotamia. Five thousand years old. That's older than Jesus Christ.

WALT: Did they have dice and stuff?

JOHN LOCKE: Mmm. But theirs weren't made of plastic. Their dice were made of bones.

WALT: Cool.

JOHN LOCKE: Two players. Two sides. One is light; one is dark.

SHANNON: That's -- that's a big bear.

BOONE: You think that's what killed the pilot?

CHARLIE: No. No, that's a tiny, teeny version compared to that.

KATE: Guys, this isn't just a bear. It's a POLAR bear.

HURLEY: Are you sure he's out?

JACK: He's out.

HURLEY: How do you know he won't wake up when you yank that thing out?

JACK: I don't.

HURLEY: Hey, guy, are you awake? Yo, there's a rescue plane! We're saved! Yay! Yeah, he's out.

BOONE: That can't be a polar bear.

SAYID/ SAWYER/ KATE: It's a polar bear.

SHANNON: Wait a minute. Polar bears don't usually live in the jungle.

CHARLIE: Spot on.

SAYID: No, polar bears don't live near this far south.

BOONE: This one does.

SAWYER: Did. It did.

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: I know who you are. You're the prisoner.

SAWYER: I'm the what?

SAYID: You found a gun on a U.S. Marshal? Yes, I believe you did. You knew where it was, because you were the one he was bringing back to the states. Those handcuffs were on you. That's how you knew there was a gun.

SAWYER: Piss off.

SAYID: That's who you are, you son of a bitch!

SAWYER: Be as suspicious of me as I am of you.

SAYID: You are the prisoner.

SAWYER: Fine, I'm the criminal. You're the terrorist. We can all play a part.

SAWYER: I know your type.

KATE: I'm not so sure.

SAWYER: Yeah ... I've been with girls like you.

KATE: No girl's exactly like me.

SAWYER: I'll tell you what would do that -- this guy not fixing the radio. The thing doesn't even work.

SAYID: No. No, no, no, no, it's not broken. We can't transmit because something else is already transmitting.

CHARLIE: It's the rescue party. It has to be. It's French! The French are coming. I've never been so happy to hear the French!

SHANNON: "I'm alone now ..." um ... "On the island alone. Please, someone, come. The others -- they're ... they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all."

SAYID: Sixteen years.


SAYID: Sixteen years... and five months. That's the count.

BOONE: What the hell are you talking about?

SAYID: The iterations. It's a distress call. A plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for sixteen years.