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.

JACK: All except for one.

KATE: Who?

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.

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.

SAYID: Of course.

HURLEY: Did you ever get that Gulf War Syndrome?

SAYID: That was the other side.

HURLEY: Oh, right.

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.

SAWYER: What?

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.

SAWYER: The plane.

KATE: Jack was looking for the liquor cart.

SAWYER: It's a good thing I found it instead then, huh?

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.

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.

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: I was a... Chief of Surgery.

SAWYER: Was?

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.

SAWYER: Yeah.

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.

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.

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.

JACK: Huh?

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.