Lost

Ana-Lucia: He tried to kill me today so I wanted him dead. I couldn't do it. I couldn't even kill him. I looked at him and he … I can't do this anymore.

Sawyer: What is your problem, Doc?! Jack: It's time to give us the guns back. Sawyer: You burn the ending of my book and now you want ... Locke: Where are they, James? Sawyer: You too, Brutus?

Christian: She is a very long story, Sarah. Ana: It's Ana-Lucia. Christian: Well, I'm still Tom. Ana: You're pathetic, that's what you are.

Sayid: Well, it worked only once and then just for a minute. I've tried several times since and only gotten static. Hurley: Here's the thing, even that would be good because then Libby would be like, "it's the thought that counts" - and I'll score major points. Especially when she sees me holding it over my head. Sayid: And why would you hold a static generating radio over your head? Hurley: They didn't have Say Anything in Baghdad? It's awesome. This dude, like, gets his boom box and he holds it over his head outside this chick's window and he plays some Peter Gabriel song for her and bam, the girl's, like, his. I mean, after her dad goes to jail. But then he gets her. Sayid: I think I get the idea. Hurley: You should really check it out sometime. I mean, if we ever, you know, get off this island.

Ana: How about you just give me a gun? Sawyer: Here's another idea, scram! You heard me, now get.

Ana: I need a gun. Sawyer: Well, here's an idea, why not go to your buddy, Jack? He's got himself a gun. Oh, that's right, he's still traipsing around the jungle with Kate.

Henry: None of this matters. I'm dead anyway. The doctor's gone to make a trade and we both know he'll come back empty-handed and then I've lost my value. So either Jack comes back here and kills me or my people find out where I'm being held and they do it. Locke: Why would your own people want to kill you? Henry: Because the man in charge, he's a great man, John, a brilliant man... but he's not a forgiving man. He'll kill me because I failed, John. I failed my mission.

Henry: If you've come to apologize, I forgive you for hitting me with your crutch. I'm so glad my head didn't break it. Locke: Why? Henry: Now that's a broad question.

Christian: Oh, let's not use real names. I'll tell you what, why don't you pick a name for me and then I'll pick one for you. Ana: You look like a Tom. Christian: Tom, what an excellent name. And you should be a ... Sarah.

Ana: How long are you going to keep up this hunger strike, Henry? I ever tell you I was a cop? I've been around a lot of killers in my life. You know what surprises me most about them? How much they love to talk. But you're different, Henry, Quiet.

Michael: I found them. After I left, I hiked north, back to where we were, hiked to the beach, followed the shore line. A day later, I saw one Locke: What did he look like? Michael: Dirty, worn clothing, no shoes, simple. Just like the rest of them. Jack: Like the rest of them? Michael: Yeah his people, the Others. I followed him back to his camp. They, they live in tents, canvas tents and teepees. They eat dried fish. They're worse off than we are. Kate: How many of them were there? Michael: I counted 22. Jack: And the, the boat? Michael: I didn't see it. Jack: Did you see Walt? Michael: No, but I know he's there. Ana Lucia: What about everyone else they took? Cindy? Did you see any other kids? Michael: No, no. No kids, no. But I think they were in the same place as my boy. They have a hatch. Jack: How do you know that they... Michael: There's a set of metal doors, leading underground. What else could it be? Jack: And you think that's where they keep the kids? Michael: They keep it guarded 24-7 and two guards, two guns. And two guns is all I saw. They're barely armed. Most of them are old and half of them are women. I wanted...I couldn't save him. So I came back to tell you. Tell you that we can take them. As soon as I get my strength back, I will take us back there, and we are gonna get my boy back.

(looking at the cut on Ana Lucia's head) Jack: What happened here? (Locke, sitting on the couch, interupts before Ana Lucia can respond) Locke: My fault. I left the tap on in the bathroom sink, and Ana wiped out and hit her head on the counter. And I'm sorry, again. Ana Lucia: Yeah. Don't worry about it

(talking about the Others) Jack: These people are liars, John. Why the hell should we take their word on anything?

Hurley: Here we are, the most secret beach on the island. Libby: Hurley this is our beach, there's Jin.

Libby: Hey there! Hurley: (putting food in his bag) Ohh! Libby: How's it going? Hurley: This isn't what it looks like. Libby: And... what does it look like? Hurley: (slowly) It looks like something...that...it's not.

Henry Gale: (to Ana-Lucia) You killed two of us, good people who were leaving you alone. You're the killer, Ana-Lucia.

Henry: Goodwin. He told us all about you, how he thought you were worthy, how he could change you... but he was wrong, and it cost him his life. Ana Lucia: He was going to kill me. Henry: Was he?

Sawyer: (talking about Kate) What'd you bring her along for, a sympathy vote? She ain't in my head, Doc, so why don't you two go play in the jungle?

Jack: Sawyer, put the book down. Sawyer: It's not a book, it's a manuscript. I'm about to be the first and only guy to find out who done it. I think I got it figured out. So cool your damn jets and walk around the coconut trees. I got like ten pages left. (Jack rips manuscript away from him) Hey!

Libby: Hey, I think I saw Rose and Benard with a bottle of wine earlier, why don't you go and get some? Hurley: Wine. Groovy. Hey, maybe if I get drunk enough I'll remember where I know you from.

Sawyer: Hey, I've been knockin' those things down for 20 minutes. Get your hands off my damn mangos! Ana Lucia: I didn't figure you for the fruit-picking type.

Captain Cortez: You're a police officer Ana. If you don't respect me, at least respect that.

(Sawyer stares at Ana Lucia after having sex) Ana: What? Sawyer: Don't you want my phone number? Ana: You tell anyone about this and I'll kill you. (She exits)

Mr Shepard: How does one start wanding? Ana Lucia: One stops being a cop. Mr Shepard: What a concidence. I just stopped being a Doctor.

(Locke saves Ana Lucia from Henry) Locke: I guess he decided to start talking, huh?

Ana Lucia: (to Sawyer) If you're mad that Jack's spending too much time with your girlfriend, don't take it out on me.

John: Why did you try to hurt Ana-Lucia but not me? Henry: Because you're one of the good ones John.