Sawyer: Why are we wasting our time going to some shack anyway?
Locke: Because we're supposed to.
Sawyer: Right, like you were supposed to throw a knife into that Naomi chick's back?
Locke: Uh huh...
Sawyer: You mind telling us who you're getting your orders from, Colonel Kurtz?
Locke: I got 'em from Walt.
Sawyer: What the hell do you mean you saw Walt? In a dream?
Locke: No dream. It was Walt. Only ... taller.
Sawyer: Taller? What, like a giant?