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Lane Myer: Sorry Johnny, I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane Myer: My little brother got his arm stuck in the microwave. So my mom had to take him to the hospital. My grandma dropped acid this morning, and she freaked out. She hijacked a busload of penguins. So it's sort of a family crisis. Bye!
[slams the door shut]
 
Seven minutes ago... we, your forefathers, were brought forth upon a most excellent adventure conceived by our new friends, Bill... and Ted. These two great gentlemen are dedicated to a proposition which was true in my time, just as it's true today. Be excellent to each other, and... PARTY ON, DUDES!
 
Do you wanna come with me? 'Cause if you do then I should warn you, you're gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past; Aliens from the future; the day the Earth died in a ball of flame; It won't be quiet, it won't be safe, and it won't be calm. But I'll tell you what it will be: the trip of a lifetime.
 
No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that our world was being watched by intelligences greater than our own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns, *they* observed and studied, the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world. Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us.
 
How odd that it should end this way for us after so many stimulating encounters. I almost regret it. Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level?
 
Jack: [after the wing exploded and Claire, Jack and Hurley are thrown to the ground]
[to Claire]

Jack: You okay?

Claire Littleton: Yeah. Yeah.

Jack: [to Hurley] You?

[Hurley nods in reply]

Jack: Stay with her.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes: Dude, I'm not going anywhere.



Claire: Is that your boyfriend?

Shannon: My brother, Boone. God's freakin' gift to humanity.



Hurley: I'm not so good around blood.

Jack: Just do the best you can. OK. Don't look.

[pulls piece of metal out of the marshall's chest]

Hurley: Dude.

Jack: Hand me those strips.

Hurley: Dude.

Jack: Just hand me the strips, I need to get this bleeding stopped.

Hurley: I don't think I can. Oh what, what? What's going on?

Jack: The strips. Just hand me the strips, give it to me. Hey, don't even think about it Hurley. Don't even think... Hurley, hey!

[Hurley faints]

Jack: Damn it!
 
Well, it's one louder, isn't it? It's not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You're on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you're on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
 
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