Yeah, well, I don't think Jack wanted it either. Sucks for you, dude.

I've been scared most of my time here anyway. 'Cept when I'm with you. I miss you, Libby.

Let's look death in the face and say, whatever man. Let's make our own luck.

So, like, the hatch blew off your underwear?

I saw you snap that guy's neck with that breakdancing thing you do with your legs. I think I'll hang back here.

All right, dude. We're from the future. Sorry.

This is future crap, isn't it?

Dude, that beer's been sitting there since Rocky III... Maybe even II. It's probably poison by now.

Mr. Cluck's. It got hit by a meteor. Or an asteroid. I don't know the difference but it's gone.

And why would I go anywhere with you? I haven't seen you in, like, forever.

Did you eat those mushrooms Jack warned us about?

When people stare out at the ocean all quiet-like, they're moping.

Shut up, red...neck man.

I thought Locke killed that guy with the electro-fence thingy.

It was about Autumn and Crystal -- two strippers that solved crimes with the help of their suave, smooth-talking club owner, Mr. LaShade.

You guys were in 1954? Like, Fonzie times?

Oh, awesome. The ship sent us another Sawyer.

Maybe if you ate more comfort food, you wouldn't have to go around shooting people.

No way, dude. Sayid warned me about you.

Look, dude. All I know is the sky turned purple. After that? I don't ask questions. I just make myself a salad and move on.