ANA: Maybe he is.

JACK: You couldn't wait 'til I was done in here?

LOCKE: The steam opens up my pores. A man's got no shaving cream, he's got to improvise. I also thought this might be a good time to talk about our problem.

JACK: Our problem?

LOCKE: Our Henry problem. We've had him locked up for 3 days now, and I can't help but get the sense that he's just not motivated to cooperate with us.

JACK: And how are we going to motivate him?

LOCKE: I don't think there's anything we can do. I think we need to bring in some new blood.

JACK: Obviously, you have someone in mind.

LOCKE: What do you think about Ana-Lucia?

JACK: Why her?

LOCKE: She's the one you went to to start an army to fight these people -- why not her? Unless you're worried about what she'll do to him.

JACK: I'll talk to her.

LOCKE: I already did. She's in there with him now.

SAWYER: Well, hey there, Sunshine, what can I do for you?

SUN: How's your book?

SAWYER: Predictable -- not nearly enough sex.

SUN: I heard that you have all the medical supplies.

SAWYER: You heard correct.

SUN: May I look through them?

SAWYER: No you may not. But if you'll tell me what you're looking for...

SUN: Forget it.

SAWYER: Okay, hold on. Now I'm intrigued. Tell you what, tell me what you're looking for and it's yours, gratis.

SUN: Can't I just look myself?

SAWYER: It's not a drugstore, sweetheart.

SUN: I need a pregnancy test.

LOCKE: She's only been in there about 30 minutes.

JACK: How do you know he hasn't snapped her neck, John?

LOCKE: How do you know she hasn't snapped his?

SAYID: How did you get him to do this?

ANA: I asked nicely.

SAYID: Do Jack and Locke know about this?

ANA: Jack and Locke are a little too busy worrying about Locke and Jack.

ANA: No, I'm looking at your gun.

CHARLIE: My what?

ANA: Maybe you should give the gun to somebody who knows how to use it.

CHARLIE: Maybe I will. As I recall, the last time you had a gun you murdered someone.

SUN: Is it 100 percent sure?

KATE: There's only one way to find out.

JACK: These tests are pretty accurate. You know, a false negative in the first week maybe, but positive is a positive.

SUN: But it's impossible.

JACK: Oh, it's possible. You feeling queasy, lightheaded?

SUN: Please, Jack. This is private, nobody can know.

KATE: You're not going to tell Jin?

SUN: In time I will, it's just -- it's complicated.

JACK: As complicated as Jin being the last one on the island to find out you spoke English? Sun, my advice -- and it's just that because I'm the last person to ask about this, but -- you should tell him. And when you do you should tell him everything -- the whole truth. I'm going to get back to the hatch. Congratulations, Sun.

ANA: Yeah, I can't sleep. People don't like me. I tried to get them to most of my life. I guess I just gave up a while back. I mean, I am what I am. But you -- you've got a good reason to hate me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did.

SAYID: You were trying to protect your people. It wasn't you that killed Shannon; it was them. And once we find out he is one of them then something will have to be done.

SUN: What?

DR. KIM: It's him. It's your husband.

SUN: But why would you...?

DR. KIM: I couldn't. I'm so sorry. Your husband, he works for your father. If I told a man like him he couldn't -- he would burn my practice to the ground!

SUN: Why are you telling me this now?

DR. KIM: Because you deserve to know the truth.

GALE: Men reject their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and honor those whom they have slain. So what's the difference between a martyr and a prophet?

JACK: Either way, it sounds like you end up dead.

GALE: That's the spirit.

JACK: Nothing.

GALE: Cereal? Wow, where'd you guys get cereal?

LOCKE: It was down here all along. The pantry's full of food.

GALE: How old is it? You guys don't know much, huh? I mean, I'd be asking all kinds of questions about all this stuff down here. You guys don't even seem that curious.

JACK: Do you want the cereal or don't you?

GALE: This must be my reward for good behavior, huh? I guess I earned myself some good will for finally drawing that map for Ana.

LOCKE: What map?

GALE: To my balloon.

JACK: Did you...

LOCKE: No.

GALE: Wow, you guys have some real trust issues, don't you? Guess it makes sense she didn't tell you. I mean, with the two of you fighting all the time. Of course, if I was one of them -- these people that you seem to think are your enemies -- what would I do? Well, there'd be no balloon, so I'd draw a map to a real secluded place like a cave or some underbrush -- good place for a trap -- an ambush. And when your friends got there a bunch of my people would be waiting for them. Then they'd use them to trade for me. I guess it's a good thing I'm not one of them, huh? You guys got any milk?