Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eight years of construction work. I don't want you near the rocks.

I don't want to miss Sayid's signal.

All right, here. We dig in here so the wall doesn't collapse.

And I bloody well regret it.

It's that he's a doctor, right? Yeah, ladies dig the doctors.

- Listen, Jack? - Yeah?

This place reminds me of confession.

I could fix this place up. Might find somebody to share it with.

- What? - "Charlie's not good enough."

so you have to wait until they fire their bottle rockets.

You keep going at this pace, you're gonna kill yourself.

- Anything else? - Yeah. Good luck.

All right, everyone. Now it's your turn.

I have a plane to catch.

but we know that's not gonna happen soon.

* Wearing expensive clothes

- People survive crashes all the time. - Not like this one.

Ooh! A show. I like shows.

I'll fire the flare, you set off the antenna.

This was with my stuff.

Get out. You too, get out.

Now, just so we're clear. This is one.

I sing the chorus to You All Everybody.

Another, Kate will position in the jungle, roughly two kilometers in.

All right! All right, all right.