Sayid: We can find food. There are plenty of things on this island we can use for sustenance.
Sawyer: And exactly how are we gonna find this sustenance?
[A knife is thrown into the seat next to Sawyer's head, everyone looks at Locke]
Locke: We hunt.
Kate: How did you get that on the plane?
Locke: Checked it.
Jack: You either have very good aim, or very bad aim, Mr...
Michael: Locke. His name is Locke.
Jack: Okay Mr. Locke, what is it that we're hunting?
Locke: We know there are wild boar on the island. Razorbacks by the look of em. The ones that came into the camp last night were piglets, 100, 150 pounds each. Which means that there's a mother nearby. A 250 pound rat, with scimitar like tusks, a surly disposition, who'd love nothing more than to eviscerate anything that comes near it. Boar's usual mode of attack is to circle around and charge from behind so I figure it'll take at least three of us to distract her long enough for me to flank one of the piglets, pin it and slit its throat.
Sawyer: And you gave him his knife back?

Sayid: You'd think they would've come by now.
Charlie: What? Who?
Sayid: Anyone.

Sayid: You'll find me in the next life, if not in this one.
Rousseau: What?
Sayid: The writing on the back of Nadia's photograph.

Shannon: Oh, okay. Are you lost?
Sayid: No, absolutely not. Those trees look really familiar. It's this way...I think.
Shannon: Did you just say 'I think'?

Shannon: The ocean's full of fish.
Boone: Hate to break it to you...the ocean's not gonna take your gold card.

Sun: My husband is many things. But he is not a liar.
Sawyer: You gonna lecture us about lying, Betty? From the look on his face even your old man here didn't know you speak English!

Tom: No self-respecting man in Iowa goes anywhere without beer.

Walt: [after throwing knife at tree] Man! I suck!

Walt: [After winning backgammon] You owe me twenty thousand dollars!
Hurley: Don't worry, you'll get it.

Walt: We should get Mister Locke.
Hurley: Locke's out in the jungle killing stuff.

[A gunshot is heard, and a branch is struck right beside Hurley and Charlie. They both pause, confused]
Hurley:...Is someone shooting at us--[Another gunshot rins out and Hurley and Charlie run]

[Arzt is blown up]
Hurley: That was messed up.

[Hurley has laid out a golf course.]
Hurley: Welcome to the first and... hopefully last Island Open! It's two holes, for now, three par, and no waiting!
Jack: Hurley, you built... a golf course?
Hurley: Rich idiots fly to tropical islands all the time to whack balls around!
Michael: [incredulous] All the stuff we gotta deal with, man... this is what you've been wasting your time on?"
Hurley: Dudes... listen. Our lives suck! Everyone's nerves are stretched to the max! We're lost on an island, running from boars and monsters... freakin' polar bears!
Michael: Polar bears?
Charlie: You didn't hear about the polar bear?

[Sawyer has just shot a charging polar bear.]
Kate: Where did that come from?
Sawyer: Probably Bear Village. How the hell do I know?
Kate: Not the bear--the gun.
Sawyer: I got it off one of the bodies.
Sayid: One of the bodies.
Sawyer: Yeah, one of the bodies.
Shannon: People don't carry guns on planes.
Sawyer: They do if they're a U.S. Marshal, sweet cheeks. There was one on the plane.
Kate: How do you know that?
Sawyer: I saw a guy lying there with an ankle holster, so I took the gun. Thought it might come in handy. Guess what. I just shot a bear!
Kate: So why do you think he's a Marshal?
Sawyer: Because he had a clip-on badge. I took that, too. Thought it was cool.

[Shannon's limited command of French is not up to translating Rousseau's notes.]
Sayid: This was a mistake.
Shannon: Yeah. Haven't you heard? I'm completely useless.