Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry.
- I think it rotted my brain. - Sarah, I want to. I'm going to.
The problem is,
- You're looking kinda goth. - Look, where's Michael?
Jack.
- It's a big responsibility. - I can handle responsibility.
- I'm scared. - Hey.
Shannon. Shannon.
And he promised that he would fix me.
my skin warms to the touch of your fingers.
Help!
Jack?
- What for? - Just get him.
Just vows.
OK, groom's turn.
No, it was...
you got it all wrong.
- Lord. - Get to the beach.
Blood. A transfusion.
Those girls are checking you out.
- Just hold on. - I can't have the baby now!
Come on. I can see it. OK.
- He needs blood. - What?
Jack, what's going on?
Jack. Hurry.
Oh! Oh...
His lung just collapsed.
The other one's just trashy.
- Claire! - Claire? What about Claire?
You mean he'll die?
Come on, Boone.
You're having the baby.
That's good. I think it's close. Come on.