Raised By Another (110)

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: Must have been a hell of a nightmare.

CLAIRE: Who said it was a nightmare?

JACK: I'd say when someone makes a fist so tight they dig their fingernails a quarter of an inch into their palms, they probably weren't dreaming about riding ponies. Did you ever sleepwalk before?

CLAIRE: No. I don't think so. How would I know?

JACK: It'd get back to you. I had a girlfriend once that told me I talked in my sleep.

CLAIRE: What did you say?

JACK: Don't know. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

JACK: Well, this is a first. You standing still, middle of the day, doing nothing. Amazing.

KATE: I'm doing something.

JACK: Yeah? What's that?

KATE: I'm sinking. Water goes out, takes the sand with it, and you sink.

HURLEY: We hoofed around the entire perimeter, man.

JACK: Nobody saw or heard anything?

HURLEY: Unh-unh. Nada. Everyone was asleep. 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?

JACK: I'm not following you.

HURLEY: Look, if I was a cop, and some woman got attacked, we'd canvass, right? Knock on doors, find witnesses. But we don't even have doors.

JACK: Hurley, you're not helping me understand where you're --

HURLEY: We don't know who's living here, and who's still at the beach. I mean, we don't even know each other. My name isn't Hurley. It's Hugo Reyes. Hurley's just a nickname I have, all right? Why? I'm not telling. The point is, we got to find out who everyone is.

JACK: You want to start a census?

HURLEY: Yeah, a registry. You know, names, what people look like, who's related to who. I mean, we start laying down the law, maybe people will stop attacking each other. It seems like someone's getting punched or stabbed or something every other day here. We got to find out who did this to her.

HURLEY: John, right? John Locke?

LOCKE: Is this about your census?

HURLEY: Yeah, you know, I thought it would be a good idea, you know -- get everyone's name and place of residence.

LOCKE: And who's checking on you?

HURLEY: Uh ... me.

LOCKE: It was a joke.

HURLEY: Uh, good one.

LOCKE: Yep. You already know my name. I lived most of my life in Tustin, California.

HURLEY: Cool. And, uh, reason for travel? The reason you were in Australia?

LOCKE: I was looking for something.

HURLEY: Looking -- uh-huh. Right on. Something. So, did you find it?

LOCKE: No, it found me.

RICHARD MALKIN:, No, no. I saw something -- sort of a blurry thing.

CLAIRE: And blurry's bad?

RICHARD MALKIN: Blurry's bad. That's why I stopped the reading. Are you sure you want to go on now?

CLAIRE: Yes, please.

RICHARD MALKIN: I can tell you... this is important.


RICHARD MALKIN: It is crucial that you yourself raise this child.

CLAIRE: You mean with Thomas? Is he --

RICHARD MALKIN: The father of the child will play no part in its life, nor yours.

CLAIRE: So, what exactly are you saying?

RICHARD MALKIN: This child parented by anyone else, anyone other than you ... danger surrounds this baby.

CLAIRE: Danger?

RICHARD MALKIN: Your nature, your spirit, your goodness must be an influence in the development of this child.

BOONE: You know, your life would be much easier if you just had the manifest. We crossed out all the names of the dead after we burned the fuselage, so should be a full roster of the rest of us.

HURLEY: What? Really? Who has it?

BOONE: Who do you think?

HURLEY: I'm just gonna lay it out straight.

SAWYER: Okay, you do that.

HURLEY: I hear you have the flight manifest, and I need it and want you to give it to me.

SAWYER: That so?

HURLEY: Now, you could do what you normally do when someone asks for something -- tell me to screw off.

SAWYER: "Screw off"?

HURLEY: Or you could just give it to me. 'Cause, dude, you could use the points.

SAWYER: Well, gosh, you sure know how to butter a man up, Stay-Puft.

HURLEY: It's a gift.

SAWYER: Manifest is in the brown suitcase. Take it.

CLAIRE: You spent the last four months telling me I have to raise the baby myself. And now you' giving me money and saying I don't have to?

RICHARD MALKIN: I found a couple in Los Angeles who are very eager to adopt. The baby will be safe in their care. Now, I've foreseen --

CLAIRE: You've foreseen. I don't even know why I'm here. I'm sorry.

RICHARD MALKIN: I know this sounds ridiculous, Claire -- all this psychic business -- and I appreciate that you must think I'm a raving madman. But this is what must happen.

CLAIRE: So you're giving me $6,000 to give my baby to a couple of strangers in Los Angeles?

RICHARD MALKIN: Twelve thousand. The other six when you arrive in Los Angeles. And they're not strangers, Claire. They're good people.

CLAIRE: There was no couple in Los Angeles. He knew. He knew about the plane ... what was gonna happen ... Oh, my god, he knew.

SAYID: We're not alone.

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