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
SAWYER: Hold on, take it easy. You guys are like locusts. How about a little order here?
CHARLIE: Shouldn't we let someone a little more trustworthy take care of this?
SAWYER: Like you, babynapper?
CHARLIE: No, like Hurley. Why not Hurley? He's done it before, he can do it again.
HURLEY: No. No way! Not me, no. Not again, no.
LIBBY: Okay, hey, hey, how about no one's in charge, okay? I'm sure everyone can manage to just take what they need.
SAWYER: Great plan, Moonbeam. And after that we can sing Kumbaya and do 'trust falls.'
LOCKE: Is it broken?
JACK: Without an x-ray, you're just going to have to do with my best guess.
KATE: How are you holding up?
LOCKE: Depends on Jack's best guess.
LOCKE: He could have escaped.
LOCKE: Henry -- during the lockdown -- I was hurt. He could have escaped. But he came back to help me, why would he do that?
JACK: He didn't come back to help you, John. He came back because he thought his story was going to check out.
GALE: He was dead already. 4 months ago I was part of the search party. Henry Gale was hanging out of the basket -- neck broken.
SAYID: So he was already dead?
SAYID: Then you buried him and left a grave marker?
SAYID: You really should have checked his wallet before you did that. I assume Henry Gale did not have any paper on which to compose his thoughts, so he had to improvise. There wasn't much space for that. "Jennifer, well you were right. Crossing the Pacific isn't easy. I owe you a beer. I'm hiking to one of the beaches to start a signal fire. If you're reading this I guess I didn't make it. I'm sorry. I love you, Jenny. Always have; always will. Yours, Henry." So tell me, how did Henry Gale write a note to his wife with a broken neck?
GALE: It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. You don't understand.
SAYID: How did you know his wife's name? Did you interrogate him?
GALE: Please, just listen. I'm just a --
SAYID: How many of you are there?
GALE: If I told you about them -- you have no idea what he'll do.
ANA: You mean their leader -- the guy with the beard.
GALE: Him? He's no one. Nothing.
CHARLIE: Are you okay, Hurley?
HURLEY: Did either of you see a guy run through here -- in a bathrobe, with a coconut?
CHARLIE: No, I saw a polar bear on roller blades with a mango.
HURLEY: You've got to twist it to get the frosting. Pulling it will only break the cookie.
SAWYER: Well, that's what I get for not going to the expert in the first place. What can I do you for, Deepdish?
HURLEY: I'm kind of looking for something.
SAWYER: Forget it; I'm done trading. I got enough food now to open a chain of mini-marts. Hey, you think Sayid needs a job?
HURLEY: Well, actually, I was sort of hoping you'd do me a favor. Remember when I helped you out with that tree frog -- that you killed?
SAWYER: Yeah, I remember.
HURLEY: I sort of -- need some medicine.
SAWYER: What do you need?
HURLEY: It's called Clonazepam.
SAWYER: Clonaza -- what? What the hell's that?
HURLEY: So you can calm down. Or, for when you're seeing things that aren't supposed to be there.
SAWYER: What stuff you seeing?
HURLEY: I don't know, maybe like a bald guy in a bathrobe.
SAWYER: You mean like that guy there? Gotcha.
KATE: So, he just attacked you, huh?
SAWYER: Try to contain yourself, Freckles.
KATE: What? I'm worried. You look like you got your ass kicked.
SAWYER: Don't you got an adventure to get to? I think Timmy fell down a well over that way.
DAVE: ... here's the thing -- none of that ever happened.
DAVE: You're still at Santa Rosa, man. You never left the hospital.
HURLEY: That's not possible.
DAVE: It's hard, I know, but I mean -- all this? You, me, this island, that peanut butter -- none of it's real, man. None of it's happening. It's all in your head, my friend. The second you closed that window your brain popped a gasket. You went back into your little coma thing. That's where you are right this very second. In your own private Idaho, inside Santa Rosa.
HURLEY: No. I had my mom, my friend Johnny -- I won the lottery.
DAVE: Whoa, wow, awesome, dude! What numbers did you play? Leonard's number, right -- from the hospital? What a coincidence. You, uh, seen him around anywhere else?
HURLEY: The hatch?
DAVE: Bingo! The hatch -- the button that you've got to push every 108 minutes or the world ends. Oh, oh, oh, and what's the code for the button? Oh yeah, the numbers.
HURLEY: But I got better. I changed.
DAVE: Changed? What, are you kidding me? Take a look at yourself. You've been on a deserted island for over 2 months and you haven't dropped 10 pounds. How is that even possible, man?
HURLEY: I just destroyed my stash, and I've been exercising. Libby says it won't happen over night.
DAVE: Oh, right, right, right, Libby -- the mega cute blonde chick who magically appeared from the other side of the island. Oh, oh, oh, yeah -- and who just happens to have the hots for you. Come on, man, let's take a walk.
HURLEY: So this is all just in my brain?
DAVE: Every rock, every tree. Every tree frog. Even me. The real me -- the one they told you was imaginary? He went out the window, man. Right now he's probably bouncing from hot chick to hot chick, unlike me, who's really you, who's got more important things to do.
HURLEY: So I'm making you up?
DAVE: Well, sort of. I'm part of your subconscious, man. All the people on this island are.
HURLEY: What part of me are you?
DAVE: I'm the part of you that wants to wake up, man.
LOCKE: What's your name -- your real name?
GALE: Why don't you just keep calling me Henry? I've gotten used to it.
LOCKE: Did you get caught on purpose? You and your people have been here for God knows how long, and you got caught in a net...
GALE: God doesn't know.
LOCKE: Excuse me?
GALE: God doesn't know how long we've been here, John. He can't see this island any better than the rest of the world can. May I ask you a question? What possible reason could I have for putting myself through all this?
LOCKE: Maybe your people were looking for this place.
GALE: This place? This place is a joke, John.
LOCKE: What are you talking about?
GALE: I crawled through your vents and I stood at your computer as the alarm beeped. And you know what happened? The timer went all the way down to zero, and then some funny red pictures flipped up in its place. They looked like hieroglyphics, but I'm no expert. And then things got real interesting. There was a loud clunking and a hum like a magnet -- a big magnet. It was really very frightening. And you know what happened next? Nothing happened, John. Nothing happened at all. Your timer just flipped back to 108. I never entered the numbers. I never pressed the button.
LOCKE: You're lying.
GALE: No, I'm done lying.