House Of The Rising Sun
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
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
The Whole Truth
Two for the Road
Live Together, Die Alone
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Ballerina
Every Man for Himself
The Cost of Living
Not in Portland
Flashes Before Your Eyes
Stranger in a Strange Land
Tricia Tanaka is Dead
The Man from Tallahassee
MICHAEL: Hey, Jack, you see my boy when you were out there?
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.
HURLEY: He seems to hate it, doesn't he?
HURLEY: Being a dad.
JACK: No, it's just ... a lot of hard work.
HURLEY: No, he hates it.
SUSAN LLOYD: Walt, huh?
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?
LOCKE: Michael, I know it's been difficult to bond with your son. You know why he's formed an attachment to me? Because I treat him like an adult and you still treat him like a boy.
MICHAEL: He's ten years old.
LOCKE: He's been through more than most people in their entire lifetimes.
MICHAEL: Guys, we can't keep doing this - building water filtration systems, playing golf, making a sweet little home here. We need to get off this island.
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.
WALT: What are we looking for again?
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.
WALT: You're a jerk.
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.
WALT: You only showed up after my mom died. Where were you when I was growing up, huh? Nowhere.
BRIAN PORTER: Before she died, S-Susan -- she told me she wanted you to have custody of Walt.
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.
MICHAEL: Hey. I got a present for you. Since you like to look at pictures.
WALT: What's this?
MICHAEL: Open it up. Every card, every letter I sent you over the last eight years.
WALT: You wrote me?
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.