Sawyer: I've got enough food now to open a chain of mini marts. Hey, you think Sayid needs a job?

Sawyer: I've never been to Disneyland
[Kate doesn't drink]
Swayer: Oh come on. Thats just sad.

Sawyer: If she dies, I'll kill him.

Sawyer: It's not your fault she's dead... It's mine. She was sittin' right there, right where you are now, tryin' to leave this place - and I convinced her to stay. I made her stay on this island because I didn't want to be alone. You understand that right? ... But, uh... But I think some of us are meant to be alone. [Sawyer glances down at ring he's holding] I was gonna ask her to marry me.

Sawyer: Looks like ol' Steve drew the short straw.
Hurley: Dude, that was Scott.

Sawyer: No it's not. This one's black. Different weave. It's all in the details. And they're wrong.

Sawyer: Read it.
Cooper: “Dear Mr Sawyer”. What is this?
Sawyer: Just read it.
Cooper: “You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. And I know what you done. You had sex with my mother, and then you stole my dad's money all away, so he got angry and he killed my mother, and then he killed himself” blah blah blah blah. So what? Is this supposed to be you, you wrote this letter? Hey wait a second. Did you take my name because you were on some kind of revenge kick?
Sawyer: Keep reading.
Cooper: Easy, easy, don't get all worked up. Look, I ran that con two dozen times. If your mother was one of the...
Sawyer: Mary. Her name was Mary.
Cooper: Mary from Jasper, Alabama. Yeah, I remember her. She practically begged me to take her thirty-eight thousand dollars and to rescue her from her sorry little life.
Sawyer: You finish the letter.
Cooper: Look, I only took her money. It ain't my fault your dad overreacted. If he pulled the old murder suicide then I'm sure he's down here somewhere. Er, maybe you could take this up with him...
Sawyer: FINISH IT!!!
Cooper: OK. OK.
[He rips up the letter into pieces, and Sawyer attacks him, choking him with the chains around the room]

Sawyer: So what happened out there in the jungle?
Jack: Exactly what he said happened. He found a camp-
Sawyer: I ain't talking about Mike. You and Freckles. Before you found him, you all were gone all night.
Jack: We were caught in a net.
Sawyer: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Jack: It means we got caught in a net.
Sawyer: Is that what they're calling it these days?

Sawyer: So what's your name anyway?
Mr. Eko: Mistereko.
Sawyer: Mr. Eko
Mr. Eko: (Smiling) Yes.
Sawyer: Whats that like Mister Ed?

Sawyer: So, a tribe of evil natives planted a ringer in the camp to kidnap a pregnant girl and a reject from VH-1 has-beens. Yeah, fiendishly clever. And why am I getting the evening news from a six-year-old?
Walt: I'm ten.
Sawyer: Okay, then it must be true.

Sawyer: There is a new sheriff in town boys! Y'all best get used to it.

Sawyer: Wanna play real stakes? Name 'em!
Jack: It's a pile of fruit, man.
Sawyer: And I want it back.
Kate: Should I go get a ruler?

Sawyer: Well, well, well. I don't know if you Islams got a concept of karma, but I get the sense this island just served you up a heaping platter of cosmic payback.
Sayid: What do you want?
Sawyer: Dr. Do-Right doesn't trust me with his antibiotics so I gotta hump it up here every day to get my meds. You know, a less magnanimous man than I might just be thinking he could beat the ever-living snot out of you right now without fear of reprisal.
Sayid: You want a shot, take it. But know that I left this camp out of shame for what I did to you. It was never my intention to return.
Sawyer: Sorry, fresh out of sweet forgiveness. If it wasn't your intention to return, then why did you?

Sawyer: What the hell are you doing here, Karl?
Karl: They're... coming... my people...
Sawyer: Sorry you came all this way for nothing, but we already know.
Karl: Then why are you still here?
Sawyer: 'Cause when your people show up here tomorrow night, we're going to be ready for 'em.
Karl: Tomorrow? No. No, they're coming tonight. They're coming right now!

Sawyer: What the hell do you mean you saw Walt? In a dream?
Locke: No dream, it was Walt. Only, taller.
Sawyer: Taller? What like a giant? OK, what exactly did Walt tell you?
Locke: He said I had work to do. That I had to stop this woman, Naomi, from bringing the rest of her people here.
Sawyer: What you didn't ask any follow-up questions?
Locke: Ben had shot me and left me for dead, Walt saved my life, so I pretty much took him at his word.
Sawyer: He shot you? Yet here you are fit as a fiddle tromping through the jungle.
(Locke shows Sawyer his wound)