Hearts And Minds (113)

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

KATE: I'm sure they just made camp for the night. If there's anyone on this island that your brother's safe with, it's Locke.

BOONE: Shannon? What's going on?

SHANNON: I can't talk right now.

BOONE: All right, Shannon, hang on just tell me where you are. I'll come get you.

SHANNON: Sydney.

BOONE: Sydney.

SHANNON: Australia.

JACK: This is beautiful. It's great.

KATE: She planted some herbs and some low-growing stuff here, and then she started a grove over there.

JACK: Smart. With the boar running out, we're gonna need as much food as we can possibly get.

KATE: Maybe it's not running out.

JACK: What do you mean?

KATE: Maybe Locke's just decided not to catch it for us anymore.

JACK: Why would he do that?

KATE: There's a lot of mouths to feed. If the boar's thinning out, then why should he feed everyone else at his own expense?

BOONE: We've been coming here for two days, just staring at this thing. I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be doing.

LOCKE: Ludovico Buonarroti.

LOCKE: Michelangelo's father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living. So Michelangelo learned not to use his hands. Years later, a visiting Prince came into Michelangelo's studio and found the master staring at a single 18-foot block of marble. Then he knew the rumors were true that Michelangelo had come in every day for the past four months, stared at the marble, and gone home for his supper. So the Prince asked the obvious, "What are you doing?" And Michelangelo turned around and looked at him and whispered, "Sto lavorando". "I'm working." Three years later, that block of marble was the Statue of David.

BOONE: We're not going to stare at this thing for four months, are we?

BOONE: Bryan, we need to talk. I'm not gonna waste your time, and I'm not gonna waste mine. I want you to break up with my sister.

BRYAN: What?

BOONE: I want you to end it today. Right now.

BRYAN: Bugger off, mate.

BOONE: You don't understand, Bryan. You'll be the third guy I've paid to leave. Go to her house when she's not there, pack your stuff, and never have contact with her again. Understood?

BRYAN: So you flew all the way over here to bribe me?

BOONE: I'm going to give you 25,000 U.S. Dollars.

BRYAN: I love her.

BOONE: How much?

BRYAN: My love for her?

BRYAN: It's worth closer to $50,000.

SAYID: Let me ask you something. Which way do you think North is?

JACK: Sorry?

SAYID: North. Which way is it?

JACK: Uh... Okay. The sun's going to set over there, so that makes that west. That'd be north. Yeah.

SAYID: Correct. That's where North should be. Yet that is north.

JACK: I'm not --

SAYID: A minor magnetic anomaly might explain a variance of two or three degrees, but not this.

JACK: What are you saying?

SAYID: I'm saying this compass is obviously defective.

JACK: Where'd you get it?

SAYID: Locke gave it to me this afternoon.

JACK: Locke. Where'd you see Locke?

SAYID: About a mile east of here walking through the jungle ... at least I think it's east.

JACK: Where's Boone?

LOCKE: I haven't seen him today.

JACK: Yeah? You two have been attached at the hip all week.

LOCKE: Well, let me just check my hip. Nope, no Boone.

JACK: How's the boar hunting going?

LOCKE: Between you and me?

JACK: Always.

LOCKE: I'm afraid they're going to migrate outside our valley. They're smart animals, and smart animals adapt quickly when a new predator's introduced into their environment.

JACK: You mean us.

LOCKE: The most dangerous predator of all.

SUN: I took English lessons in Korea. He doesn't know. It's ... complicated.

KATE: So why don't you tell him now?

SUN: I can't.

KATE: Why?

SUN: Because I love him.

KATE: I don't --

SUN: Have you never lied to a man you've loved?

JACK: What do you think his story is?

CHARLIE: Who? Locke? The guy is a freak of nature, highly disturbed. The chances are, he probably killed all his mates at the post office the day his mom forgot to put a cookie in his lunch tin. That was my first impression, anyway. And then he saved my life.

JACK: So you trust him?

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

HURLEY: You want to wish something on your worst enemy? Hope they step on a sea urchin.

BOONE: That stuff you put on my head. You drugged me?

LOCKE: I gave you an experience that I believed was vital to your survival on this island.

BOONE: It wasn't real?

LOCKE: It was only as real as you made it.

BOONE: I saw her. I saw her die.

LOCKE: How did you feel ... when she died?

BOONE: I felt -- I felt -- I felt relieved. I felt relieved.

LOCKE: Yes. Time to let go.