Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or even we could just read off names
- Your name's Sayid, right? - Yes.
What are you talking about?
A hell of a lot better than I am.
Did you see how close I was? You said not to corner it.
Patient, caring.
Hallmark, huh?
- Hey. Hey, wait a minute. - What?
Hell, no. It's the best idea I ever heard.
What's going on?
Oh!
It's Jack.
- Okay, everybody, just calm down. - We can find food.
Getting to finally tell Randy off was...
Why? It was his destiny.
Yeah, off the Santa Monica Pier with my old man
Seat 23A. I was...
Aren't we all?
Locke, um...
I'm a fishing fiend. You know, I mean, England's an island,
Walt, you gotta keep that dog quiet.
Jack?
I found these the other day when I was...
You want to come?
The walkabouts we arrange here are not just some stroll through the park.
His fingers swell.
You have no right taking that off my desk.