Shannon: You want my information. Name, Shannon Rutherford; age, 20; address, Craphole Island!
Hurley: So, uh, where were you guys last night?
Shannon: Um... the beach.
Boone: Why the interrogation?
Hurley: You're like the 20th person to ask me that. Why's everyone so uptight about answering a few questions?
Boone: Well, maybe we're just not cool with you setting up your own little Patriot Act, man.
Shannon: He's a liberal.
Boone: No, seriously, why the list?
Hurley: Oh, it's nothing. We just had a little incident in the valley last night.
Shannon: An incident?
Hurley: Yeah. Claire, the pregnant girl, you know her. She, uh, kinda got attacked.
Boone: She okay?
Hurley: Yeah. She's a little shook up but--
Shannon: I am so not moving to the rape caves.
Boone: You know, your life would be much easier if you just had the manifest. We crossed out all the names of the dead after we burned the fuselage; so, it should be a full roster of the rest of us.
Hurley: What, really? Who has it?
Boone: Who do you think?