Locke: Pull yourself together, son.
Charlie: It wouldn't be an irrational fear of bees if I could just pull myself together, would it?

Locke: Sure, you can yell at Boone 'til you're blue in the face, but all you're doing is giving him what he wants.
Shannon: Yeah? What's that?
Locke: Your attention.

Locke: They've attacked us, sabotaged us, abducted us, murdered us... We're not the only people on this island and we all know it!

Locke: Why would Kate poison Michael?
Hurley: Well, you know, the whole fugitive thing. [Jack gawks at Hurley] He doesn't know? [Jack shakes his head]. Well how am I supposed to keep straight who knows what around here? I mean, Steve didn't even know about the polar bear.

Michael: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt! No! Waaaaaaaaaalt!

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.

Rousseau: You have three choices: run, hide... or die.

Sawyer: [handing over suitcase] Hope you got yourselves some jaws of life back in cave town. That's what it's gonna take to pop this bitch.

Sawyer: [mocking Kate, in a caveman grunt] Me Kate. Me throw rock.

Sawyer: [to Jack] You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Now you get to be a hero again, 'cause that's what you do. You fix everything up all nice. [to Kate] Time to let go Freckles. We already made out. What else I got to live for? Hey, Jack, there's something you should know. If the tables were turned...I'd watch you die.

Sawyer: [to Kate about the letter] I became the man I was hunting. I became Sawyer. Don't you feel sorry for me.

Sawyer: A doctor playing golf. Whoo, boy howdy! Now I've heard everything. What's next? A cop eating a doughnut?

Sawyer: By the time you get back we'll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then.
Jack: Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer.
Sawyer: [pause] Jack! About a week before we all got on the plane I got to talking to this man in a bar in Sydney. He was American, too. A doctor. I've been on some benders in my time, but this guy he was going for an all time record. It turns out this guy has a son his son's a doctor, too. They had some kind of big time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing.
Jack: [starts to recognize who Sawyer's talking about]
Sawyer: See, kids are like dogs, you knock them around enough they'll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway, there's a pay phone in this bar. And this guy, Christian... tells me he wishes he had the stones to pick up the phone, call his kid, tell him he's sorry, that he's a better doctor than he'll ever be he's proud and he loves him. I had to take off, but something tells me he never got around to making that call. Small world, huh?
Jack: [unable to hold back tears] Yeah...
Sawyer: Good luck, Jack.

Sawyer: Good literature is kinda scarce around here.