JACK: No, he was at the caves.

MICHAEL: Yeah, he took his dog for a walk. I told him to stay close as usual. You listened to your old man when you were ten, right?

JACK: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I listened. Maybe a little too well.

JACK: What?

HURLEY: Being a dad.

JACK: No, it's just ... a lot of hard work.

HURLEY: No, he hates it.

MICHAEL: I'd like to do that, you know -- name him after my dad.

SUSAN LLOYD: Walter. Walter Lloyd.

MICHAEL: Lloyd? Oh, all right, that's why you won't marry me. It's not that you think marriage is too prosaic. You just want him to have your last name.

SUSAN LLOYD: Hey, you want me to agree to Walter, or what?

MICHAEL: He's ten years old.

LOCKE: He's been through more than most people in their entire lifetimes.

SHANNON: You think any of us want to be here?

MICHAEL: No, but I don't think anyone wants to get off as much as I do right now.

JACK: So are you suggesting something?

MICHAEL: Yeah. We build a raft.

SAYID: A raft?

MICHAEL: Look, don't say it like that, man. We need a little optimism here, okay? And we got to do something, 'cause let's be honest, no one's coming.

MICHAEL: Those seats we took off the fuselage -- they float. And we got an axe. And a whole bunch of trees. Bamboo. We can do this.

SAYID: The chances of surviving the rough waters, the odds of finding a shipping lane ...

SHANNON: And I get really seasick.

MICHAEL: You know what?

MICHAEL: Great. Stay here. Grow old. Good luck to you. But I'm doing this. My son and I are leaving. Anybody that wants to help us build, God bless you.

MICHAEL: Any long piece of metal or plastic tubing. Anything that looks like a --could work as a frame.

WALT: Frame for what?

MICHAEL: You'll see soon enough. Hey, separate the cushions, the plastic, the tarp. Put everything you find in different piles so we can take stock.

WALT: Am I being punished?

MICHAEL: What, do you think working with your old man is punishment? No, man, it's just us taking control of our destiny.

WALT: Feels like punishment.

MICHAEL: What'd you say to me?

WALT: Mr. Locke didn't do anything wrong. He's my friend.

MICHAEL: He's not anymore. I'm looking out for you.

WALT: You don't care about me. You never cared about me.

MICHAEL: What?

WALT: You only showed up after my mom died. Where were you when I was growing up, huh? Nowhere.

MICHAEL: She what?

BRIAN PORTER: Well, I think she just thought - I mean, since you're his father.

MICHAEL: I haven't been his father in nine years.

BRIAN PORTER: Yeah. Well. That's kinda the thing, see. Look, I love Susan very much. And I was honest with her from the beginning, but she --she wouldn't hear it.

MICHAEL: Hear what?

BIAN PORTER: That I-I didn't want to be a father, all right? I just don't know how.

MICHAEL: Hey, what the hell are you talking about, man? You adopted him!

BRIAN PORTER: Yes, yes, I did because she wanted that, and I wanted her and ... Look, these are two tickets --one round trip, the other one way, Sydney to New York. The envelope has money in it for travel expenses.

MICHAEL: She didn't tell you she wanted me to have custody of him. This is your idea.

BRIAN PORTER: I'm a wreck right now, okay? Don't you understand that?

MICHAEL: Oh, I'm supposed to give a damn about you?

BRIAN PORTER: Hey, I just lost the woman I love, and I can't be his father. He's not my son!

MICHAEL: You son of a bitch! What are you talking about? You're the only father he knows!

BRIAN PORTER: Look, it's more than that.

MICHAEL: Well, then, what?

BRIAN PORTER: There's just ... there's something about him.

MICHAEL: What the hell are you talking about, man?

BRIAN PORTER: Sometimes when he's around, things happen. He's different somehow.

WALT: What's this?

MICHAEL: Open it up. Every card, every letter I sent you over the last eight years.

WALT: You wrote me?

MICHAEL: Mm-hmm.

WALT: I never saw these. Did my mom have these? Why didn't she give them to me?

MICHAEL: I don't know. But she didn't throw them away either, which means, you know, somewhere inside she wanted you to have them.

WALT: So, you drew these?

MICHAEL: Just for you. This one, I did for your second birthday.

WALT: A penguin ... with a sunburn? That's dumb.

MICHAEL: Yeah, I know. That's what I said.