Jay: “It’s butterflies.”
Manny: “Where?!” 

Mitchell: “Would you listen to me? I think that Gloria and my dad could be Lily’s guardians.”
Cameron: “Look, you know I love Jay, and they’re still in the mix, but I just don’t know about him raising a child.”
Mitchell: “Well, Cam, he raised me.”
Cameron: “Well, now you’ve put me in an awkward position.” 

Luke: “Smell Heather for me.”
Phil: “I always do…not.” 

She smells amazing. Like peaches. One time she gave me a Woody. She remembered he’s my favourite character from Toy Story.

Luke: “Dad, I’m going to teach myself how to juggle.”
Phil: “Good for you, buddy.” 

Claire: “Thanks, Charlie.”
Charlie: “For what?”
Claire: “People don’t seem to look me in the eye here. I think I scare them. The baby… it’s like I’m this time bomb of responsibility just waiting to go off.”
Charlie: “You don’t scare me.” 

Sawyer: “You’re in my light, sticks.”
Shannon: “Light sticks? What the hell is that supposed to—”
Sawyer: “Light, comma, sticks.” 

Sayid: “We can find food. There are plenty of things on this island we can use for sustenance.”
Sawyer: “Exactly how are we gonna find this sustenance?”
[A knife is thrown into the seat next to Sawyer’s head]
Locke: “We hunt.”