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
KATE: Thanks for the loaner.
JACK: Always a pleasure.
KATE: So is anyone curious where they came from?
JACK: The others knew there was a Marshal on the plane. I guess they just assumed he was traveling alone,... protecting them from terrorists. Sounds like a good theory to me.
KATE: Did you get all the guns back?
JACK: All except for one.
JACK: How about I give you three guesses?
KATE: Sawyer. I can get it back.
JACK: Really. How are you gonna do that?
KATE: Speak his language.
JACK: You've done this before, Kate, and if I remember it right, you made out with him, and he never even had what you said you could get.
KATE: Well, I only made out with him... because torturing him didn't work.
LAURENCE: You must be Hibbs' mate. I did a few jobs with Hibbs back in the states. Nice enough fella.
SAWYER: He's a son of a bitch.
LAURENCE: Right. Indeed he is. A few disclaimers. Australia doesn't allow its citizens to carry handguns. You get nicked with this...
SAWYER: I'm not gonna rat you out.
LAURENCE: Secondly, you know, I've been doing this for a while, and a man who buys a compact .357 with hollow-point loads -- he's not looking to scare or steal. He's looking to kill. But when it comes down to it, if he finds he doesn't have what it takes to do the job...
SAWYER: Your sales pitch needs some work.
LAURENCE: What I'm saying is... you look a man in the eye and you point a gun at him, you find who you really are, mate. And should you find you're not a killer, there's no refund.
SAWYER: It won't be a problem.
HURLEY: Yo. Sayid. Can I ask you a question?
SAYID: Of course.
HURLEY: Did you ever get that Gulf War Syndrome?
SAYID: That was the other side.
HURLEY: Oh, right.
KATE: It's a footprint. Based on the weight and the distance between strides, I'd say... you've been following Boone for about an hour.
SAWYER: Look -
KATE: Could be Charlie, I suppose.
SAWYER: I'm tickled you have taken such an interest in my affairs. I really am. So don't take it personal when I tell you to --
KATE: I want carte blanche.
KATE: It's simple. You can't track this boar without my help. Over the last few hours... you have managed to follow the tracks of humans, birds, a rock slide, yourself -- basically everything except boar. You have no idea what you're doing.
SAWYER: Carte blanche...
KATE: It means "blank check."
SAWYER: I know what it means.
KATE: Anytime I want something from your stash -- medicine, soap, whatever -- I get it, no questions asked. Take it or leave it.
SAWYER: All right. You got a deal.
KATE: Where'd you get that?
SAWYER: The plane.
KATE: Jack was looking for the liquor cart.
SAWYER: It's a good thing I found it instead then, huh?
SAWYER: I've never been in love.
KATE: You've never been in love?
SAWYER: I ain't drinking, am I?
KATE: I've never had a one-night stand.
KATE: Bottom's up, sailor.
SAWYER: I gotta drink for each one.
KATE: Are you okay? You're shaking.
SAWYER: I'm fine. I was just having a... I can't believe this!
KATE: There are hoof marks everywhere.
SAWYER: It ate all our stuff?
KATE: Nope. It ate YOUR stuff. Mine's fine.
LOCKE: My sister Jeannie died when I was a boy. She fell off the monkey bars and broke her neck. And my mother --well, my foster mother -- she blamed herself, of course. Thought she wasn't watching close enough. So she stopped eating, stopped sleeping. The neighbors started talking, afraid she might do something to herself, I guess.
Anyway, about six months after Jeannie's funeral, this golden retriever comes padding up our driveway, walks right into our house, sits down on the floor, and looks right at my mother there on the couch. And my mother looks back at the dog. After about a minute of this -- them both staring at each other like that -- my mother burst into tears. Beautiful dog -- no tags, no collar. Healthy and sweet. The dog slept in Jeannie's old room on Jeannie's old bed and stayed with us until my mother passed five years later, then disappeared back to... wherever it was she came from in the first place.
KATE: So...you're saying the dog was your sister?
LOCKE: Well, that would be silly. But my mother thought it was. Thought that Jeannie had come back to tell her the accident wasn't her fault, let her off the hook.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: You know why they call Australia "down under," don't you? Because it's as close as you can get to hell without being burned.
SAWYER: So, what's your handle back in the States?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: I was a... Chief of Surgery.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Yeah, I was.
SAWYER: So we're in hell, huh?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Don't let the air conditioning fool you, son. You are here, too. And you are suffering. But don't beat yourself up about it. It's fate. Some people are just supposed to suffer. That's why the Red Sox will never win the damn series. I have a son -- he's about your age. He's not like me. He does what's in his heart. He's a good man. Maybe a great one. And right now... he thinks that I hate him. He thinks I feel betrayed by him. But what I really feel... is gratitude and pride because of what he did to me. What he did for me. It took more courage than I have. Hmm. There's a pay phone over here. I could pick it up, and I could call my son. I could tell him about all of this. I could tell him that I love him. One simple phone call, and I could fix everything.
SAWYER: Then why don't you?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Because I am weak.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: This, uh... this business that you have... will it ease your suffering?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Then what are you doing here?
SAWYER: It ain't that simple.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Of course it is. Unless you wan to end up like me, of course it is.
CHARLIE: You're here to check up on me.
SAYID: You killed a man.
CHARLIE: A man who killed one of us. Who kidnapped Claire. Who strung me up and left me for dead. He deserved to die. I'd do it again in a minute. Pardon me if I'm fresh out of bad feeling.
SAYID: When I was in the Army in Tikrit in Iraq, the man who lived next door was a policeman. One day his car was rigged with a bomb. It killed his wife and three young children instead. They caught the man who did it. I volunteered to be on the firing squad, and I did my duty without a single ounce of remorse. Then for no reason, I found myself waking up at night, replaying what I did in my head.
CHARLIE: Looks like you're the one who needs checking up on.
SAYID: All I'm saying is that what happened with Ethan will be with you for the rest of your life.
CHARLIE: Any suggestions?
SAYID: You're not alone. Don't pretend to be.
SAWYER: Stick 'em up.
JACK: Trying to be funny?
SAWYER: Yeah. I was fresh out of pies to throw at you. Here you go, Sheriff.
JACK: I asked you for this two days ago.
SAWYER: And I told you to stick it. But I made a deal with your girlfriend.
JACK: What did she give you? Kate. What did she give you?
SAWYER: Nothing she wasn't willing to part with.
JACK: That's why the Sox will never win the series.
SAWYER: What's that?
SAWYER: What'd you just say?
JACK: I said, "that's why the Red Sox will never win the series".
SAWYER: What the hell's that supposed to mean?
JACK: It's just something my father used to say so he could go through life knowing that people hated him. Instead of taking responsibility for it, he just put it on fate. Said he was made that way.
SAWYER: Your daddy -- he a doctor, too?
JACK: Was. He's dead. Why do you want to know about my father?
SAWYER: No reason.