Tabula Rasa (103)
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
MARSHAL: Don't trust her. She's dangerous.
JACK: Try not to move, man.
MARSHAL: I have to find her. I have to bring her back.
JACK: Yeah, you keep saying that. And every time I ask you who you have to bring back, you pass out on me again. Since your fever's running pretty high, I'm guessing you have no idea who the hell you're talking about.
SAYID: We should make camp.
SHANNON: What, here?
SAYID: Yes, here.
SAWYER: I'm not stopping. Y'all have a nice cookout.
SAYID: Excellent. Walk through the jungle in the dark.
SAWYER: Ooh, afraid the trees are gonna get us?
SAYID: No. What is knocking down the trees will get you.
SAYID: Two days ago, we take off from Sydney. We fly along the same northeast route every commercial airliner bound for Los Angeles does. Now, the pilot, he said he lost communication with the ground, correct?
KATE: Yeah, six hours in. He turned around and headed for Fiji.
SAYID: So he changed course. Regrettably, no one knew he changed course. The turbulence hit. We know the rest.
KATE: The pilot said we were over a thousand miles off course.
CHARLIE: Yeah, but they'll find us. They have satellites in space that can take pictures of your license plate.
SAYID: If only we were all wearing license plates.
CHARLIE: Well, aren't you the pessimist.
SAYID: Basic photography -- point and shoot. Satellites can shoot, but they must be told where to point.
CHARLIE: Oh. Bollocks.
SAWYER: Okay, really enjoyed the puppet show. Fantastic. So we're stuck in the middle of damn nowhere. How about we talk about that other thing? You know, the transmission Abdul picked up on his little radio. The French chick that said "They're all dead." The transmission's been on a loop for ... how long was it, Freckles?
KATE: Sixteen years.
SAWYER: Right. Let's talk about that.
BOONE: Well, we have to tell the others when we get back.
SHANNON: Tell them what exactly?
BOONE: What we heard.
SHANNON: You didn't hear anything. I'm not a stupid translator.
SAYID: No one's going to tell them anything. To relay what we heard without fully understanding it will cause a panic. If we tell them what we know, we take away their hope. And hope is a very dangerous thing to lose.
KATE: So we lie.
HURLEY: Was it a dinosaur?
JACK: It wasn't a dinosaur.
HURLEY: You said you didn't see it.
JACK: I didn't.
HURLEY: So how do you know it wasn't a dinosaur?
JACK: Because dinosaurs are extinct.
HURLEY: Oh. Yeah.
SAYID: What are you doing?
BOONE: I'm standing guard. You heard what they said's out there.
SAWYER: You took my gun off me, boy?
SHANNON: Please, you've never even held a gun. He doesn't believe in guns. He goes on marches.
BOONE: I don't go on marches.
SAYID: Give it back to me.
SAWYER: Oh, yeah, give it to Al-Jazeera. He'll protect us.
CHARLIE: Al-Jazeera's a network.
RAY MULLEN: So, you want to tell me why you're trespassing on my property?
KATE (AS ANNIE): I ran out of money.
RAY MULLEN: You're an American?
KATE (AS ANNIE): Canadian. I graduated from college and figured I'd see the world. Australia was top of my list, so I hopped a flight to Melbourne, but I don't know anybody here, so I just figured I'd walk for a while, you know?
RAY MULLEN: Melbourne's a hundred kilometers from here.
KATE (AS ANNIE): I like walking.
RAY MULLEN: And you just happened to wander onto my farm?
KATE (AS ANNIE): I like farms, too.
JACK: He's not getting better if we don't get some stronger antibiotics.
HURLEY: That stuff I got from the luggage -
JACK: It's for ear infections and foot fungus.
JACK: What are you doing in here?
SAWYER: Trick-or-treatin', same as you.
JACK: You're looting.
SAWYER: Ahh! You say po-ta-to.
JACK: What's in the bag?
SAWYER: Booze, smokes, a couple "playboys." What's in yours?
SAWYER: Well, just about sums it up, don't it?
JACK: You do this back home, too? Steal from the dead?
SAWYER: Brother, you got to wake up and smell the gull crap here. Rescue ain't coming. You're just wasting your time, trying to save a guy who, last time I checked, had a piece of metal the size of my head sticking out of his bread basket.
SAWYER: Let me ask you something. How many of those pills are you going to use to fix him up?
JACK: As many as it takes.
SAWYER: Yeah? How many you got? You're just not looking at the big picture, Doc. You're still back in civilization.
JACK: Yeah? And where are you?
SAWYER: Me? I'm in the wild.
CHARLIE: So, your, uh ... your husband, was he on the flight?
CLAIRE: Oh, no, I'm not married.
CLAIRE: I know. How modern of me.
CHARLIE: Well, who needs men, right? Bloody useless.
SAWYER: Came by to thank you. You gonna ask what for?
KATE: What for?
SAWYER: For taking that gun away from me. Stickin' out of your denims, ain't it? Sure wouldn't want to be the one with that gun right now. 'Cause everyone sitting out there listening that poor boy scream all night knows what's got to be done. Only one that can dot is the one with that gun. Don't act so surprised. I heard you tell hero the same thing. Hell, there's only one bullet left. Be damn near poetic.
MARSHAL: Listen to me --
JACK: No, you need to keep quiet.
MARSHAL: Listen to me. No matter what she does, no matter how she makes you feel, just don't ... trust a word that she says. She will do anything to get away.
JACK: What did she do?
MARSHAL: I want to talk to her.
JACK: Tell me what she did.
MARSHAL: I want to talk to her alone. She got to you, too, huh?
MARSHAL: What was it?
MARSHAL: The favor.
KATE: I don't know what you're talking about.
MARSHAL: Last thing I heard before the crash, you wanted a favor. Well?
KATE: I wanted you to make sure that Ray Mullen got his twenty-three grand.
MARSHAL: What, the guy who ratted you out?
KATE: He had a hell of a mortgage.
MARSHAL: Kate. You really are one of a kind. You know, you would have got away if you hadn't saved him.
KATE: In case you hadn't noticed, I did get away.
MARSHAL: You don't look free to me. Kate, I'm gonna die, right?
MARSHAL: So... are you gonna do it, or what?
JACK: What did you do?
SAWYER: What you couldn't. Look, I get where you're coming from, being a doctor and all. But he wanted it. Hell, he asked me. So I don't like it any more than you do, but something had to be done.
JACK: You shot him in the chest?
SAWYER: I was aiming for his heart.
JACK: You missed. You perforated his lung. It'll take hours to bleed out.
SAWYER: There was -- I only had one bullet.
JACK: Get out. Get out!
LOCKE: I found your son's dog.
LOCKE: Vincent? I tethered him to a tree just over there. I know that Walt lost his mom. I thought that you should be the one to bring his dog back to him.
MICHAEL: Hey, thanks.
KATE: I want to tell you what I did. Why he was after me.
JACK: I don't want to know. It doesn't matter, Kate, who we were, what we did before this -- before the crash. It doesn't really --. Three days ago, we all died. We should all be able to start over.