Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You'll never believe this. - You learned how to tie your shoes?

with your family's wealth and... your charm.

- Thanks, man. - What are you doing?

Dude, I'm just saying, it... it'd be sweet

You're my superior officer, Omar.

It's a music box, but it's broken.

...this rash? It's bad, right?

What are you doing in the jungle at night?

I keep telling you I don't know who Alex is!

Come on. I know I saw it.

Would you like to see the soles of my feet?

I want to show you something.

I have enough without having to treat hypochondriacs.

I mean, have you taken a look at everybody out there?

This isn't a game, Nadia.

Good. But stop calling me "sir" when it's just the two of us.

I had no choice.

- See if there's anything useful. - Okay.

And let's face it, crowd's not too hot on me, either.

What is written on the back of your photograph?

Things could be worse.

But they control it now.

Nerves are stretched to the max.

A gentleman's sport. You got to get the words right.

You think I'm insane.

You don't need to do that.

I've been holding on for seven years to just a thought.

- Give me a 7 iron. - Got it.

Are you going to hurt me, Sayid?

sometimes brought on by heat and stress.

- You handled yourself well in there. - Did I?