Desmond: Shut it. Tie him up. Do it!
Locke: Wait. Wait. Wait. You're tying up the wrong person.
Desmond: How's that, brother?
Locke: It's pointless to tie me up, I'm not dangerous, but her, she's a fugitive.
Desmond: So, what does that make you then, brother?
Locke: I'm a regional collections manager for a cardboard manufacturer, boxes primarily.
Desmond: All right then, box man, tie her up.