Faith

What the hell did you just do in there?


I painted you this picture James.


I'm not talking about that, Picasso--it smells like Hurley after taco night.


I'm sorry James, but dinner did not sit well with me.


Well god damn, bigfoot, you could at least open a damned window


I don't believe in that.


Believe in what exactly?


Making your life any better.

20/20

Well, just look at you James.


You got a problem?


No James, I actually think you look quite good.


Oh. Well thank you.


I just think it's a little bit funny.


You think what's funny?


That your vision is as inadequate as your ability to keep your girlfriend alive.

Mistaken Identity

Good morning James. I fixed us a nice breakfast. Do you have time for pancakes?

Well, well, well--if it aint Betty Crocker.  What’s got your apron all wet this morning?

Well James, I'm sure you remember that time that you tried to kidnap Claire’s baby and I was forced to kick the living shit out of you on the beach?

You got your facts mixed up, Hoss. That wasn't me--it was the 'has been' with a heroin problem.

I bet you felt emasculated by that, eh? An old man like me knocking you to the ground.

You losing your memory over there, Ronald Reagan? That wasn't me. You wouldn't stand a chance going one on one with this cowboy.

Well, whatever--the point is James: I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of everyone and ruining your chances with Kate. That certainly wasn't my intention.

You and I are about to go toe to toe here, Tarzan.

Ok James I'm glad this is settled. But that was fucked up that you were trying to steal Claire's baby. What was up with that?

Bunk

Locke, wake up.


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Dammit, Rip Van Winkle, get your ass out of my bed!


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You know the top bunk is mine, you son of bitch!


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You're such a dick.