Desmond: You don't have to do this, Charlie.
Desmond: I'll go.
Charlie: No, your flashes.
Desmond: Maybe I keep seeing you die because I'm supposed to take your place.
Charlie: What about your girl, Penny?
Desmond: What about your girl? Besides, I might be luckier than you. Keep your memories to yourself. I'll take it from here.
Charlie: I don't know what to say.
Desmond: Well, you can tell me where the, uh, weight belt is.
(Charlie knocks Desmond out when he turns around)
Charlie: You and I both know... you're not supposed to take my place, brother.