(Kate is looking at her watch)
Sawyer: Still ain't five, just like the last time you checked your watch.
Kate: I just don't want to miss Sayid's signal. Remember, I'll fire the flare, you set off the antenna.
Sawyer: I just thank the good Lord I got you here to keep reminding me.
Kate: It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.
Sawyer: So what is it about that guy...Jack? What is it about him that makes you all...weak in the loins?
Kate: You try to be a pig, or does it just come naturally?
Sawyer: Say he's a doctor right...yeah the ladies dig the doctors. Hell, give me a couple of bandaids, a bottle of peroxide, I could run this island too.
Kate: (as if in disbelief) You're actually comparing yourself to Jack?
Sawyer: The difference between us ain't that big, sweetheart. But I guarantee you if he woulda survived a few more weeks on this island you woulda figured that out.
Kate: What did you just say?
Sawyer: Ah, damn, didn't I tell you? Word in the valley is saint Jack got himself buried in a cave in.
Sawyer: Look at the brightside, now you have someone else to pity.