Homecoming (115)

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

CLAIRE: I-I don't understand. I don't know any Ethan. Um ... I don't -- I don't remember. I don't remember any of you. I don't remember any of this.

CHARLIE: What do you remember?

CLAIRE: Um, I -- I was on a plane. Um, f-flying to L.A. from Sydney.

JACK: Claire ... we were all on that plane. It crashed here, on this island.

JACK: That was almost a month ago.

CLAIRE: No. I-I'm due in --

JACK: Your baby's fine. He's kicking. Everything's normal. Okay?

CLAIRE: Well, if it's been almost a month, then why hasn't somebody come to get us?

BOONE: You think she escaped?

LOCKE: You were right beside me, Boone. You know as much as I do.

BOONE: Where'd she come from? I mean, we were out pretty deep. Nothing's out there. She didn't say anything at all about Ethan?

LOCKE: Apparently, she doesn't even remember Ethan.

BOONE: The guy pretends to be one of us. He drags her to the jungle for almost two weeks. She doesn't remember him?

LOCKE: Apparently.

BOONE: You think he's around?

LOCKE: I sure hope not.

SAYID: The girl is pregnant -- very pregnant. Are we supposed to believe that she escaped from him?

CHARLIE: What are you getting at?

SAYID: Ethan infiltrated us. Whoever he is and wherever he comes from, he's intelligent. Who's to say he didn't even send Claire?

CHARLIE: You're off your head, mate --

JACK: Charlie, calm down. That's a stretch, Sayid.

SAYID: Then tell me, doctor, how many times have you diagnosed actual amnesia, and such a selective brand of it?

JACK: Okay, it's rare, but she's been through a major trauma. It is possible that her memory reset to the crash.

LOCKE: And the chances of that memory returning?

JACK: I don't know.

CHARLIE: How nice it must be to not be involved in the bloody insanity that surrounds us at every turn. It's quite beautiful, really. You take care of your wife, everything else is someone else's problem. No need to be involved in the decision-making process. No tree-shaking behemoths, french transmissions, just sweet bloody ignorance.

ETHAN: You bring her here. If you don't, I'm going to kill one of them, and then if you don't bring her back before sundown tomorrow, I'll kill another ... and another ... and another. One every day. And Charlie ... I'll kill you last.

CHARLIE: What do we do? We go out, and we bloody kill him.

LOCKE: Calm down, Charlie. We don't want the others to get upset.

CHARLIE: No, forget the others. He's out there right now, Locke.

JACK: I think he's right. A man threatens to kill one of us unless we bring him Claire, and, what, we just wait for that to happen? We tracked him once before. We can track him again.

LOCKE: You both seem to have forgotten how that turned out. He bested you physically. He hung you from a tree. Running into the jungle unarmed is not going to get the job done.

LUCY HEATHERTON: That was Winston Churchill's. Dad collects all sorts of rubbish from the great leaders of the empire. Hey, you should meet him.

CHARLIE: Winston? No thanks. I heard he's quite moldy.

KATE: Maybe it's time you use that key you've been wearing around your neck. There are four 9-millimeters in The Marshal's case --

JACK: Unh-unh. No. I hand them out, someone hears something out in the jungle, gets scared, the chances of us shooting each other are much higher than of us shooting him.

KATE: We're beyond sharpening knives here, Jack.

JACK: I'm not putting guns in untrained hands.

JACK: What do you think happens after the sun sets tonight?

LOCKE: Well, if we don't bring Claire to him ... It's rhetorical, Jack. The same thing happens tonight happened last night.

JACK: Do you think you can track him?

LOCKE: What? I'm sorry?

JACK: We know where he attacked Jin and Charlie. Do you think you can pick up the trail?

LOCKE: Well, maybe, but I wouldn't.

JACK: You wouldn't?

LOCKE: Jack, I'm not a cold man. I feel for the loss of one of our own, but nothing fundamental has changed. Whoever he is, wherever he comes from, we are on Ethan's turf. He has the advantage. To him, we're nothing more than a bunch of ... scared idiots with sharp sticks.

JACK: What if I told you that I had a way to get the advantage back?

LOCKE: Then I would ask, "What way might that be, Jack?"

SAWYER: Help? Moi?

JACK: Do you know how to handle a gun or not?

SAWYER: Well, I know at least one polar bear who seems to think so.

KATE: I want to come.

JACK: Sorry, we're out of guns, and no one goes out there unarmed.

SAWYER: How much ammo you got?

JACK: A hundred rounds, give or take.

SAWYER: All 9's, right? 9-millimeters? The guns?

JACK: Yeah. Why?

SAWYER: 'Cause if the lady wants to come... Lifted this off the Marshal back in the old days. You remember him, don't you? Surly guy, kind of square jaw? Carried a sig-9?

JACK: Yeah, I remember you shot him ... and missed.

SAWYER: Yeah, well ... bygones. And, hell ... five guns are better than four.

JACK: Why did you do it, Charlie?

CHARLIE: Because he deserved to die.

JACK: He could have told us where he came from, what he wanted with Claire, why he even took her ...

CHARLIE: Do you really think he would have told us anything, Jack? I wasn't going to let that animal anywhere near her again. Ever.

CHARLIE: Lucy. I made a mistake.

LUCY HEATHERTON: You made a mistake. My father's sales manager comes here to my house to return a cigarette case that the E.M.T.s pulled from your suit pocket at the bloody hospital, and it still smells of your sick.

CHARLIE: Lucy, I didn't mean to -

LUCY HEATHERTON: Oh, you meant to, Charlie. You meant to from the start. You're a liar. I believed you, and you lied. I thought you wanted to ... you said ... you selfish bastard!

CHARLIE: Lucy, if I can just explain --

LUCY HEATHERTON: Just tell me one thing, and don't you dare lie to me. I get why you pretended to like me. I understand why you stole -- because you're a junkie. But I don't understand why you took the job. Why did you take the job, Charlie?

CHARLIE: I guess ... I ... I wanted to be respectable. I wanted you to think that I could take care of you.

LUCY HEATHERTON: You'll never take care of anyone.