Lost from the Start » Quotable Quotes: 1×14

Quotable Quotes: 1×14

Michael: Hey, Jack, you see my boy when you were out there?
Jack: No, he was at the caves.
Michael: Yeah, he took his dog for a walk. I told him to stay close, as usual. You listened to your old man when you were 10, right?
Jack: Uh, yeah, yeah, I listened. Maybe a little too well.

Hurley: He seems to hate it, doesn’t he?
Jack: What?
Hurley: Being a dad.
Jack: No, it’s just a lot of hard work.
Hurley: No. He hates it.

Michael: Yeah, I’ll get back to painting eventually. Meanwhile, you can support me and Walt in a manner to which we’ll soon become accustomed.
Susan: Walt, huh?
Michael: I’d like to do that, you know, name him after my dad.
Susan: Walter. Walter Lloyd.
Michael: Lloyd? Oh, all right. That’s why you won’t marry me. It’s not that you think marriage is too prosaic, you just want him to have your last name.
Susan: Hey, you want me to agree to Walter, or what?

Walt throws a knife, bouncing it off a tree
Walt: Man, I suck.
Locke: You can do better than that.
Boone: You might want to take it easy on him.
Locke: (points at the tree) See this knot, Walt? I want you to aim for it, right here. Focus on it, alright? Picture it in your mind’s eye. You know what that is, right? The mind’s eye?
Walt: Like a picture in your head or…
Locke: That’s right. Now do it again. But see it. See it before you do it. Visualize the path. See it. See it.
(Walt focuses, throws the knife and buries it in the tree in the middle of the knot)
[Walt gets ready to throw again. Shot of Vincent looking off toward a sound. Walt throws the knife and it sticks this time.]
Boone: Whoa.
Walt: Yes!
Locke: I knew you had it in you, Walt.
Walt: It was weird. I actually saw it, in my mind or something, like it was real.
Locke: Who’s to say it wasn’t? [Locke hands the knife back to Walt.]

Locke: Michael, I know it’s been difficult to bond with your son. You know why he’s formed an attachment to me? Because I treat him like an adult. You still treat him like a boy.
Michael: He’s 10 years old!
Locke: He’s been through more than most people in their entire lifetimes. Maybe you haven’t spent enough time with him to see it, but he’s different.

Michael: You’ll see soon enough. Hey, separate the cushions, the plastic, the tarp. Put everything you find in different piles so we can take stock.
Walt: Am I being punished?
Michael: What? You think working with your old man is punishment? No, man, this us taking control of our destiny.
Walt: Feels like punishment.

Charlie: Where’s Claire’s diary? Someone took it from her bag.
Sawyer: Oh, I get it, something goes missing and right away you figure it’s got to be me that took it.
Kate: Do you have the diary or not?
Sawyer: (pulls it out) You mean this one?

Sawyer: You’re not curious what she wrote about you?
Charlie: You bastard. Did you read it?
Sawyer: Good literature’s kinda scarce around here.
Charlie: He read it.
Kate: Just give it to us.
Sawyer: “Dear Diary, I’m getting really freaked out by that has-been pop star. I think he’s stalking me.”
Kate: Sawyer.
Sawyer: “Diary, the little limey runt just won’t let up.”
(Charlie punches Sawyer’s wounded arm; he drops the diary and Charlie scoops it up. Sawyer punches him in the face)
Charlie: You hit like a ponce.

Shannon: Boone. Hi. So are you guys just going to keep coming back without any food? Hey, I’m serious.
Boone: Uh-huh.
Shannon: What’s going on with you, Boone? Could you be acting any weirder?
Boone: Shannon, you’ve been a functioning bulimic since junior high. I thought you’d be excited about dropping a size or two.

Locke: Your father doesn’t want us spending time together.
Walt: He’s not the boss of me.
Locke: But he’s your father. And he cares about you. And you need to show him respect.

Charlie: Thanks. You really didn’t have to help, you know. I could’ve managed. I’ve had my share of manly encounters.
Kate: I just thought you could use the company. You okay?
Charlie: Yeah. It’s weird. I barely knew her – barely know her – Claire. She’s been missing over a week and everyday she’s gone it feels like bits of me are crumbling or something.

Brian: There’s just – there’s something about him!
Michael: What the hell are you talking about, man?
Brian: Sometimes when he’s around things happen. He’s different somehow.

Jack: What is that?
Charlie: It’s Claire’s, her diary.
Sayid: You’re reading her diary?
Charlie: Yeah, I know, I’m bloody scum.