Hurley: We got a problem. The manifest. Jack, the census. The names of everyone who survived, all 46 of us. I interviewed everyone, here, at the beach. Got their names. One of them, one of them isn't -- Jack! One of them isn't in the manifest. He wasn't on the plane.

Hurley: 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.
Shannon: What?
Boone: She's okay?
Hurley: Yeah. She's a little shook up.
Shannon: I am so not moving to the rape caves!

Hurley: We're having another tournament for the last of the deodorant sticks.

Hurley: You don't know?! Okay... that thing in the woods? Maybe it's a monster. Maybe it's a... pissed off giraffe, I don't know. The fact that no one is even looking for us? Yeah, that's weird. But I just go along with it, 'cause I'm along for the ride. Good old fun-time Hurley. Well, guess what? Now -- I want some friggin' answers!

Hurley: You have some...Arzt...on you.

Jack: [about airplane turbulence] It's normal.
Rose: Oh, I know, I just never been a really good flyer. My husband keeps reminding me that planes wanna be in the air.
Jack: He sounds like a very smart man.

Jack: [as Boone is trying to give CPR to Rose] Stop! Her head's not tilted back enough, you're blowing air into her stomach.
Boone: Are you sure? That was exactly what I was doing. I'm a lifeguard, I'm licensed.
Jack: Yeah, well you seriously need to think about giving that license back.
Boone: Maybe we should do one of those hole things? You know, stick the pen in the throat?
Jack: [sarcastically] Yeah, good idea, you go get me a pen!
Boone: Hey, does anyone have a pen?

Jack: [diagnosing Sawyer] Have you ever had sex with a prostitute?
Sawyer: What's that got to do with my headaches?
Jack: Maybe a lot.
Sawyer: ...yes.
Jack: Have you ever contracted an STD? [Sawyer is silent] I'll take that as a yes. When was your last outbreak?
Sawyer: Go to hell, Doc.
Kate: I know he deserved it, but...
Jack: He needs glasses.

Jack: [on Charlie's scant collection of responses to the "blood type" question] You only asked four people?!
Charlie: I asked the whole sodding camp! Nobody knows their blood type! Most don't know their blood type! I don't know my own bloody blood type!

Jack: [on helping Sawyer] ...all I'm gonna get is a snappy one-liner, and, if I'm lucky, a brand-new nickname.

Jack: [To Sawyer about Locke's hunting] Well if you've gotta better idea?
Sawyer: Better than the three of us wandering into the magic forest to bag a hunk of ham with nothing but little bitty hunting knife? Hell no it's the best idea I ever heard. [Locke reveals his suitcase full of hunting knives.]
Hurley: Who is this guy?

Jack: [Trying to get Shannon's inhalers] You attacked a kid for trying to help his sick sister.
Sawyer: No, I whooped a thief 'cause he was going through my stuff--
Jack: Yours? What makes it yours?
Sawyer: --which I had to move because everybody wants to help themselves.
Jack: You can just take something out of a suitcase, and that makes it yours?
Sawyer: Look, I don't know what kind of commie share-fest you're running over in cave town, but down here possession's nine-tenths and a man's got a right to protect his property.
Jack: Get up!
Sawyer: Why, you wanna see who's taller?
Jack: I said get up!

Jack: Do you know how to use a gun?
Sawyer: Well, there's one polar bear that seems to think so.

Jack: Everyone who was in the rear of the plane is dead.
Rose: They're probably thinking the same thing about us.

Jack: He (Boone) didn't die, he was murdered.
Kate: Where are you going?
Jack: To find John Locke.