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but for us to decide how these people are laid to rest, it's not right.

- I like you. - Yeah. I know.

- I don't believe you. - I cornered it.

I booked this tour a month ago. You've got my money.

Just rest here for a minute.

I don't know what's wrong with him. Come on, Vincent. Cut that out!

Hey, quit giving us the steal signal.

I don't understand what I'm supposed to do with this.

- Get it? - Dude, quit asking me that.

Listen, I'm supposed to do this, damn it!

At least wherever they are now, they're not alone.

With a few of these mounted at different points on the island,

until I come back?

Look, I know this seems harsh, but that fuselage in the sun...

I'm gonna climb this tree...

Nowhere. I just thought I'd see what Mr. Locke was doing.

- I think somebody should talk to her. - I nominate you, Captain America.

It's my lunch hour. I can play a game.

I can't keep the bus waiting. It isn't fair...

I found this. It's got your name on it.

- Yes? - Colonel, is this line secure?

- Her husband was on the plane. - Great.

I wasn't part of his life till his mother passed away two weeks ago.

Who says this is my first time boar hunting?

I thought the guy with the gimpy leg should be deciding when we rest.

I mean, imagining you're some hunter?

- Maybe I'll do it. - Yeah. Sounds fine.

And neither do you.

There are better things to do with my time than collect firewood.