BEN: Sorry?

JACK: Your neck, does it hurt? Any numbness in your fingers and toes, like pins and needles when your foot falls asleep, but permanent?

BEN: Why are you asking me these questions, Jack?

JACK: Because, Ben, you have a tumor on your spine. An aggressive tumor... that... is going to kill you. I don't know when those x-rays were taken that I saw, but unless they were very recent... you're not going to be taking walks much longer.

BEN: I have no idea what you're talking about.

JACK: Ok. My mistake then.

JULIET: I didn't tell him they were yours. But I guess you did.

LOCKE: Shoot.

DESMOND: Are we off to poke at a computer, or are we going after your man Eko?

LOCKE: Two birds, one stone. Eko's heading for the plane that crashed on top of the entrance to the Pearl station.

DESMOND: Well, that's quite a coincidence.

LOCKE: Don't mistake coincidence for fate.

JACK: I'm not... I'm not big on mysteries.

JULIET: Of course you're not.

JACK: You people have cheeseburgers?

JULIET: You have no idea what I went through to make this for you. I killed the cow, processed the meat, baked the bun. And the fries... try rendering animal fat.

JACK: No ketchup?

JACK: Why are you telling me this?

BEN: I'm telling you this, Jack, because my wonderful plan... got shot to sunshine when you saw my damned x-rays and figured out I was dying.

JACK: All of this... you brought me here to operate on you. You... you want me to save your life?

BEN: No, I want you to want to save my life. But we're beyond that now, so... all I can ask is that you think about it. Do you believe in God, Jack?

JACK: Do you?

BEN: Two days after I found out I had a fatal tumor on my spine, a spinal surgeon fell out of the sky. And if that's not proof of God, I don't know what is.