MIKHAIL: You're going the right way.

LOCKE: Remind me why we're keeping him alive.

SAYID: What do you suggest; we shoot him like a dog?

LOCKE: No, I like dogs.

ROUSSEAU: Your friend, Jack. Do you care about him?

KATE: Yes.

ROUSSEAU: Imagine sixteen years from now, you're told he's still alive, but in your heart, you know that he wouldn't remember you, he wouldn't know you. He wouldn't even know that you ever cared about him. I haven't asked you questions about my daughter, because I do not want to know the answers.

MIKHAIL: Oh yes, but two weeks ago, our underwater beacon stopped emitting its locator signal. There was an event, an electromagnetic pulse. It would be impossible to come back.

KATE: Why would you want to come back?

MIKHAIL: You would not understand.

KATE: Try me.

MIKHAIL: I misspoke. What I meant to say is you are not capable of understanding.

KATE: And why am I not capable?

SAYID: Kate.

MIKHAIL: Because you are not on the list.

KATE: What list?

MIKHAIL: The man who brought me here, who brought all of my people here, he is a magnificent man.

KATE: If Ben's so magnificent, then why did he need one of us to save him?

MIKHAIL: Ben? Ben is not. I will try to make this as simple as I can. You are not on the list because you are flawed. Because you are angry, and weak, and frightened.

SAYID: The more I learn about your people, the more I suspect you're not as omniscient as you'd have us believe. Don't speak to us as if you know us.

MIKHAIL: Of course I don't know you, Sayid Jarrah. How could I? And you, Kate Austen, are a complete stranger to me. But you John Locke, you I might have a fleeting memory of, but I must be confused, because the John Locke I know was paral-

LINDSEY: It doesn't matter, just go.

CHRISTIAN: Maybe you should tell her, Lindsey. She deserves to know.

LINDSEY: Please, just leave us alone.

CHRISTIAN: You are not the arbiter here.

LINDSEY: No, you are taking advantage of my-

CHRISTIAN: Under these circumstances, I do believe that Claire has every right to know!

CLAIRE: Just stop it! You are the one paying the bills? Are you the one taking care of all this?

CHRISTIAN: Yes.

CLAIRE: Then who are you?

CHRISTIAN: I'm your father, Claire.

DESMOND: I didn't.

CLAIRE: Yes you did, you had to. That's what you and Charlie were arguing about. You knew.

DESMOND: How would I?

CLAIRE: I don't know, but you know, you walked straight here, no doubt at all about where you were going. You came right to this beach and right to this rock, and lo and behold, there's the bird. What the hell is going on Desmond?

DESMOND: See that spot over there? That's where Charlie slipped and fell in and got pounded again and again by the rocks and broke his neck.

CLAIRE: What? What are you talking about?

DESMOND: That's where Charlie died.