Sawyer: I was protecting you!
Kate: From what? Southern perverts?

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

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

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: 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: Winner by a knockout. Nice one, Doc. Now maybe somebody can tell me who or what this son of a bitch is. Unh-unh-unh, Jungle Boy. Not even for one second.

Sawyer: You're just not looking at the big picture, Doc. You're still back in civilization.
Jack: Yeah? And where are you?
Sawyer: Me? I'm in the wild.

Sawyer: You're pretty scared, huh? Scared, you understand scared, don't you? Huh? [Sawyer pushes Jin down.] If you ain't, you're going to be, Bruce. Folks down on the beach might have been doctors and accountants a month ago, but it's Lord of the Flies time, now.

Sayid: [noticing the scar where Locke's kidney was removed] What's that?
Locke: War wound.
Sayid: Looks more like a surgical scar.
Locke: Like I said, war wound.

Sayid: [to Kate, about Sawyer] You go after him now and he'll give you nothing. But if you wait, a rat will always lead you to its hole.

Sayid: I didn't know Boone very well, and for that I am sorry. On our sixth day here a woman named Joanna died. She drowned. And Boone was the first one into the water. I didn't know him, but I remember his courage. And I know he will be missed.

Sayid: I'm a survivor of a plane crash. I found the wire on the beach. I followed it. I thought it might have something to do with. . . a transmission we picked up on a receiver. . . a recording -- a mayday with a French woman repeating on a loop for sixteen years.
Rousseau: Sixteen years. Has it really been that long?

Sayid: If we tell them what we know, we take away their hope... and hope is a very dangerous thing to lose.
Kate: So we lie.

Sayid: Is there a reason you didn't consult us when you decided to form your own civilization?

Sayid: Take me to the hatch.
Locke: What? I already showed you....
Sayid: John! No more lies.