Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I booked this tour a month ago. You've got my money.

- Maybe I'll do it. - Yeah. Sounds fine.

It's my lunch hour. I can play a game.

I wasn't part of his life till his mother passed away two weeks ago.

Nowhere. I just thought I'd see what Mr. Locke was doing.

- Get it? - Dude, quit asking me that.

I'm gonna climb this tree...

I found this. It's got your name on it.

I mean, imagining you're some hunter?

- Yes? - Colonel, is this line secure?

I don't understand what I'm supposed to do with this.

- Her husband was on the plane. - Great.

I don't know what's wrong with him. Come on, Vincent. Cut that out!

With a few of these mounted at different points on the island,

- I like you. - Yeah. I know.

Look, I know this seems harsh, but that fuselage in the sun...

until I come back?

There are better things to do with my time than collect firewood.

I can't keep the bus waiting. It isn't fair...

- I think somebody should talk to her. - I nominate you, Captain America.

Just rest here for a minute.

And neither do you.

Hey, quit giving us the steal signal.

Listen, I'm supposed to do this, damn it!

I thought the guy with the gimpy leg should be deciding when we rest.

- I don't believe you. - I cornered it.

but for us to decide how these people are laid to rest, it's not right.

Who says this is my first time boar hunting?

At least wherever they are now, they're not alone.