stolen from at least four people on my FL.
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janie_tangerineWhen you see this, quote LOST in your journal.
- Have you been using that wacky paste stuff that made me see my sister get eaten?
*
- I'm all messed up inside... you know it.
- This is our best chance.
- There is no chance... really. I mean, look where we are.
- I'm not going to let you give up
- I know you made a promise, but I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go, Jack.
*
- Well, maybe we're just not cool with you setting up your own little Patriot Act.
- He's a liberal.
*
- Do they teach you how to predict the weather at a box company?
*
- Guys... where are we?
*
- Locke? Guy's a freak of nature, highly disturbed. Chances are he probably killed all his mates at the Post Office the day his mum forgot to put a cookie in his lunch tin.
*
- I wouldn't worry, Love. I mean, you tell me, who'd you rather meet in a dark alley? Whatever's out there or that geezer with his *four hundred* knives? I mean, who packs four hundred knives? Personally, I can only have space for two hundred, *three* hundred at most.
*
- You know what I think, Ali? I think you've never actually tortured anybody in your life.
- Unfortunately for us both, you're wrong.
*
Kate: What is it?
Claire: Somebody's in there.
Sayid: Everyone in there's dead.
Jack: Sawyer.
Sawyer: Right behind ya, jackass
*
Yeah, well "Him" says even though Pippi Longstockings and the damn Grape Ape are ideal candidates for the Dirty Dozen, I'm just gonna say we might wanna bring along the Red Beret!
*
As long as the dead guy says there's a good reason, I guess everything's just peachy.
*
- I love you, Penny. I've always loved you. I'm so sorry. I love you!
- I love you too.
- I don't know where I am, but…
- I'll find you, Des.
- I promise
- No matter what...
- I'll come back to you.
- I won't give up.
- I promise. I love you.
*
- Dude that beer has been sitting there since before Rocky III, maybe even II. It's probably poison by now.
- Skeletor seems to like it. Bottoms up!
- That's not cool dude. That guy had a mom, a family, friends, oh and a name. It's not Skeletor, it's Roger Workman.
- It's Work Man ya blockhead! That's his job! He was a Dharma janitor.
- Yeah well, you should still respect the dead.
*
- What's your problem, Jumbotron?
- Shut up, red... neck... man!
- Touché.
*
It should be obvious that I do favoritisms. Duh.
Anyway, happy Lost day everyone! See you all tomorrow morning, hoping that the premiere delivers. ;) <3
- Have you been using that wacky paste stuff that made me see my sister get eaten?
*
- I'm all messed up inside... you know it.
- This is our best chance.
- There is no chance... really. I mean, look where we are.
- I'm not going to let you give up
- I know you made a promise, but I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go, Jack.
*
- Well, maybe we're just not cool with you setting up your own little Patriot Act.
- He's a liberal.
*
- Do they teach you how to predict the weather at a box company?
*
- Guys... where are we?
*
- Locke? Guy's a freak of nature, highly disturbed. Chances are he probably killed all his mates at the Post Office the day his mum forgot to put a cookie in his lunch tin.
*
- I wouldn't worry, Love. I mean, you tell me, who'd you rather meet in a dark alley? Whatever's out there or that geezer with his *four hundred* knives? I mean, who packs four hundred knives? Personally, I can only have space for two hundred, *three* hundred at most.
*
- You know what I think, Ali? I think you've never actually tortured anybody in your life.
- Unfortunately for us both, you're wrong.
*
Kate: What is it?
Claire: Somebody's in there.
Sayid: Everyone in there's dead.
Jack: Sawyer.
Sawyer: Right behind ya, jackass
*
Yeah, well "Him" says even though Pippi Longstockings and the damn Grape Ape are ideal candidates for the Dirty Dozen, I'm just gonna say we might wanna bring along the Red Beret!
*
As long as the dead guy says there's a good reason, I guess everything's just peachy.
*
- I love you, Penny. I've always loved you. I'm so sorry. I love you!
- I love you too.
- I don't know where I am, but…
- I'll find you, Des.
- I promise
- No matter what...
- I'll come back to you.
- I won't give up.
- I promise. I love you.
*
- Dude that beer has been sitting there since before Rocky III, maybe even II. It's probably poison by now.
- Skeletor seems to like it. Bottoms up!
- That's not cool dude. That guy had a mom, a family, friends, oh and a name. It's not Skeletor, it's Roger Workman.
- It's Work Man ya blockhead! That's his job! He was a Dharma janitor.
- Yeah well, you should still respect the dead.
*
- What's your problem, Jumbotron?
- Shut up, red... neck... man!
- Touché.
*
It should be obvious that I do favoritisms. Duh.
Anyway, happy Lost day everyone! See you all tomorrow morning, hoping that the premiere delivers. ;) <3
