Lockdown (217)

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

HELEN: Don't knock the obits -- the nicest part of the paper. No one ever says anything mean about people once they're dead.

LOCKE: Mmm, and here I am thinking the funnies are the nicest part of the paper.

LIBBY: Doctor still in? I was grabbing for muscles in the tide pool -- pissed off a sea urchin.

JACK: Well, it doesn't look infected. A little neosporin wouldn't hurt.

LIBBY: Yeah, right, neosporin. I think the current rate of exchange is 10 loads of laundry for a tube.

JACK: Right.

HURLEY: I bet 4 papayas.

SAWYER: You can't bet; I just bet. You can either call or raise or lay 'em down, Muttonchops.

KATE: Don't look at me.

JACK: Lay 'em down, Hurley. He's got you beat.

HURLEY: Dude, I got a killer hand, here.

JACK: No, you don't.

HURLEY: But you don't even know...

JACK: You've a baby straight. He's got the flush.

KATE: What about me? What do I got?

JACK: Hard to say, but you're just playing for the fun of it.

KATE: Well, fun's not bad. You should try it sometime.

JACK: Don't call him, Hurley.

SAWYER: Hey, Amarillo Slim -- you think because you watch poker on TV you can tussle with the big boys?

JACK: I've got to head back to the hatch.

SAWYER: Hatch ain't going nowhere, Doc. How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?

COOPER: Hello, son.

LOCKE: What do you want?

COOPER: Look, John, I know what I did to you was wrong.

LOCKE: You stole my kidney.

COOPER: I was dying.

LOCKE: You could've asked me. You could have just asked me. What do you want from me?

COOPER: I killed myself off because there are 2 men out there who were going to beat me to it.

LOCKE: What'd you do, steal their livers?

COOPER: No, I took them for 700,000 dollars -- retirement con. I put the money in a safe deposit box, but these 2 guys may be sitting on the bank to see if I show my face -- which is why I need you to go in there and get it for me.

LOCKE: You think I'm stupid?

COOPER: I want you to take 200 grand of it. It won't make up for what I did to you, but it's the best I can do. I'll be at the Flightline motel -- it's out by the airport -- until tomorrow afternoon. Then I'm gone, money or no money. And, John, if I don't see you again? I'll understand.

JACK: But at least I'm not in your head. Well, I guess that's it.

SAWYER: What do you mean, "it"?

JACK: Sawyer, you're busted. I got it all. It wouldn't really be fair for you to go pick more mangos.

SAWYER: Oh, I've got a hell of lot more than mangos. You want to play real stakes, name 'em?

JACK: It's a pile of fruit, man.

SAWYER: And I want it back.

KATE: Should I go and get a ruler?

SAWYER: One more hand, Doc. What's it going to take?

JACK: The medicine you stole from the armory, all of it.

SAWYER: So, where'd you learn to play cards, Doc?

JACK: Phuket.

SAWYER: What the hell were you doing in Thailand? What, you don't think I know where Phuket is? Just because I dropped out in 9th grade don't make me an idiot. Far East, huh? I wouldn't have taken you for a world traveler. That where you got the art on your shoulder?

JACK: How about you deal again?


JACK: This time from the top of the deck.

SAWYER: Well, I had to try.

JACK: 10 mangos.

SAWYER: Okay, I'll call you with the aspirin and raise you with a bottle of Amoxicilin.

JACK: Do you even know what Amoxicilin is?

SAWYER: You may have been to Phuket, Doc, but I've been to Tallahassee. Let's just say something was burning and it wasn't from the sunshine.

JACK: I'm all in.

SAWYER: Well, that's the move of a man who wants me to lay it down.

JACK: You're not going to lay it down.

SAWYER: I'm not, huh? Why's that?

JACK: Because there's a bunch of people watching us right now and you don't want them to see you lose. Again.

SAWYER: Well alright, I call. What you got? Pair a 9s? You pushed in with a pair of 9's?!

JACK: You got me. Let's see 'em. Guess it was enough, huh?

SAWYER: Son-of-a-bitch.

JACK: I'll come get the meds later.

SAWYER: Hey, when I asked you what you wanted for stakes -- why didn't you ask for the guns?

JACK: When I need the guns, I'll get the guns.

JACK: Get away from him.

GALE: Wait, you don't...

SAYID: Step back, right now.

LOCKE: Sayid, it's okay.

JACK: I said, "get away"!

LOCKE: I let him out -- some kind of lockdown or something -- he, he was helping me.

GALE: Couldn't you find my balloon?

ANA: Yeah, we found it.

SAYID: We did find your balloon, Henry Gale, exactly how you described it. We also found the grave you described -- your wife's grave. The grave you said you dug with your own bare hands. It was all there. Your whole story -- your alibi -- it was true. But still I did not believe it to be true. So I dug up that grave and found that there was not a woman inside. There was a man. A man named Henry Gale.