Do No Arms (120)
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
MARC SILVERMAN: Damn it, just get the stupid clip-on, huh?
JACK: You know why they call it a tie? 'Cause you gotta tie it.
MARC SILVERMAN: You know why they call it a clip-on?
JACK: Boone, listen to me. Listen! You are not gonna die. I'm gonna fix this, okay? I am going to save you.
SAWYER: Man's got what I call an overzealous work ethic.
MICHAEL: Try obsession. He wants off this island bad, man.
SAWYER: Can't say I blame poor Kato. His lady speaks English all this time, and he didn't have a clue? I'm surprised he didn't try to swim out of here.
SAWYER: How'd it happen?
KATE: Locke said that, uh, he fell off a cliff while they were out hunting boar.
SAWYER: The boar they never seem to get.
SARAH: A little over two years ago, I blew a tire out, flipped over the center divider into oncoming traffic and was hit head-on by an S.U.V. My back was broken. They all said it was irreparable. And then there was Jack. And he promised that he would fix me because that's the kind of guy he is. Because you are the most committed man I have ever known. Because you fixed me, I will dance at our wedding. To Jack. My hero, Jack.
JACK: Veins are like a wet noodle. First you have to find one, then you have to have a hollow needle sharp enough to actually pierce it. I've got bamboo.
JACK: So you only asked four people?
CHARLIE: I asked the whole sodding camp. No one knows their blood type. I don't know my bloody blood type.
JACK: O-Neg is the universal donor. It's in the ballpark; it's not a match. My blood could put him into anaphylactic shock -- stop his heart.
JACK: Tell Kate to wait until the contractions are sixty seconds apart. You got that? Now, she's gonna need to make sure that Claire pushes, but not too hard, not too fast -- just until the head is clear, and then as hard as she can. Now, when the baby is out, make sure she clears its nose and its mouth.
CHARLIE: Okay, but you'll be there by then, right?
JACK: No, I won't.
JACK: I'm not going anywhere. I need to stay here. Now you tell Kate that she's gonna have to deliver this baby.
SUN: It's not working.
JACK: Blood's not the problem. It's the leg. All the blood's pooling there. Compartment syndrome. He didn't get this injury from a fall. Something crushed his leg. What are you doing?
SUN: You've given him enough.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Sarah is a beautiful girl.
JACK: Hell yeah, she is.
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: You love her?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Then why are you sitting out here?
JACK: What if I can't be the husband or the -- or the father that I want to be? What if I asked her because -- because I saved her life? Should I marry her, Dad?
CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD: Commitment is what makes you tick, Jack. The problem is you're just not good at letting go.
JACK: We can't use the axe.
SUN: What are you doing?
JACK: His right leg is filling with blood. If I don't stop it, I won't be able to save him.
SUN: You don't mean that --
JACK: The leg is dead. There's no other choice.
JACK: I didn't write any vows. I've been trying to for a month, but ... I couldn't, and ... so I started to wonder why that was. And as time went on, it only got worse, because I'm -- because I'm not good at letting go. Or maybe I'm afraid of what'll happen if I fail. But I know one thing. I would have never been able to write anything as beautiful as what you just said. And last night, Sarah, when you were talking about the accident, you got it all wrong. I didn't fix you. You fixed me. I love you, Sarah, and I always will.
KATE: Want to talk about it?
JACK: Talk about what?
KATE: Boone died, Jack.
JACK: He didn't die. He was murdered.
KATE: What? Jack? Where are you going?
JACK: To find John Locke.