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 is not a forgiving man.

Locke: You ever wonder what happened to the Dharma Initiative, Hugo? There must have been at least a hundred of 'em living on this island. Manning the stations, building those homes, making all that ranch dressing that you like. And then, one day, they're all gone, they just disappear. You wanna know where we're going? [Walks over to the pit that contains the bodies of the Dharma Initiative] We're going to see them.
Hurley: What happened to them?
Locke: [Jerks his head at Ben] He did.

Locke: You're lost already?
Eko: Your map is inexact.
Locke: No kidding.

Locke: You've given up the right to be believed!

Locke: [to Helen] Will you marry me?

Martin Keamy: Mr. Linus, these are my terms. You're gonna step out the front door, put your hands above your head, and you're gonna walk straight to me. Once I have you in my custody, I promise that no one else in that house will be harmed.
Ben: You and I both know that once you have me there's nothing to stop you from killing everybody else on this island.
Martin Keamy: What kind of guy do you think I am?
Ben: Martin Christopher Keamy, former First Sergeant, United States Marine Corps. Served with distinction from 1996 to 2001, but since then you've worked with a number of mercenary organizations, specifically in Uganda. So I know exactly what kind of man you are, Mr. Keamy, and we can dispense with the formalities.

Michael [staring at the gun]: I'm sorry.
Ana-Lucia: For what?
(Michael shoots Ana-Lucia. Libby appears)
Libby: Michael?!
(Startled, Michael shoots Libby. He then opens the gun vault, aims the gun at Henry, then shoots himself in the left shoulder)

Michael: Well I guess I know why the shark is hanging around. Your shoulder.
Sawyer: Oh, well I'll just stop bleeding then.

Michael: Everything is cool. We had a talk and they believe we were on the plane too.
Sawyer: Swell. I guess we can all sue Oceanic together.

Michael: I hear you're a priest.
Mr. Eko: Yes.
Michael: I guess you believe in hell, then?
Mr. Eko: For a brief time, I served in a small parish in England. Every Sunday after mass, I would see a young boy waiting at the back of the church. Then one day, the boy confessed to me that he had beaten his dog to death with a shovel. He said the dog had bitten his baby sister on the cheek and he needed to protect her. And he wanted to know whether he would go to hell for this. I told him that God would understand, and that he would be forgiven, as long as he was sorry. But the boy did not care about forgiveness. He was only afraid that if he did go to hell that the dog would be there, waiting for him.

Michael: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt! No! Waaaaaaaaaalt!

Michael: Who are you people?
"Henry Gale": We're the good guys, Michael.

Michael: You singing Bob Marley?
Sawyer: No. [little pause] Why? You like Bob Marley?
Michael: Man, who doesn't like Bob Marley?

Michael: You're wasting your time, man. If you pick the lock on a Halliburton, I'll put you on my back and fly us to L.A.
Sawyer: You better find yourself a runway, Daddy. 'Cause there ain't a lock I can't pick.

Mikhail: ��удь��е вежлив��, они - мои гос��и, Надия.
Sayid: What did you just say?
Mikhail: I told Nadia to be polite, because you are my guests.
Sayid: Nadia?
Mikhail: After Nadia Comaneci. The greatest athlete the world has even known. We have the same birth date. [...mumbling] Now, excellent work if I say so myself.
Sayid: Thank you, Mikhail.
Mikhail: Perhaps, you can give me your forgiveness if I offer you some ice tea. I will also check on your friend.
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