The island still got you in the end, didn't it?

You... used me. You couldn't kill him yourself, so you made me do it.

So, tell me, John. How do you expect to pilot our submarine? I mean, it's a complicated piece of machinery. You don't just press 'submerge.'

I'm digging my own grave.

You'll still be the same pathetic little man who got kicked off his Walkabout tour because he couldn't walk.

See you guys at dinner!

I can't wait to show you what this island can do -- but unfortunately, you're not ready, John.

You've been here 80 days, John. I've been here my entire life. So how is it that you think you know this island better than I do?

Juliet doesn't care about you, Jack. No matter what she's done. And no matter what you think...  She is one of us.

I know you spent the four years prior to your arrival on this island in a wheelchair... and I know how you ended up in it. Tell me, John... Did it hurt?

He turned into a pillar of black smoke. And he killed them right before my eyes. I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

I was so angry. Confused. I was terrified that I was about to lose the only thing that ever mattered to me. My power. But... the thing that really mattered� was already gone. I'm sorry that I killed Jacob.

I'm telling you, making that call is the beginning of the end.

I don't know how it happened... but you seem to have some communion with this island, John. And that makes you very, very important.

And it was on this island that everything changed. That everything finally became clear.

Your instinct was right, John. These people are a threat.

You're still crippled by the memories of the man you used to be before you came to this island. And you'll never be free until you release the hold your father has over you.

We have two giant hamsters running in a massive wheel in our secret underground lair.

There's a fairly reasonable chance you won't believe me.

I just want some dignity. You of all people should understand what it means to want some dignity.

I remember that plane breaking in half like it was yesterday.

John Locke was a believer. A man of faith. He was... a much better man than I'll ever be. And I'm very sorry I murdered him.

Because exile wasn't the worst of his fate. What was truly devastating to him was the loss of his power.

Because this island is under assault by forces stronger than any it's had to deal with in many, many years. And we are meant to protect it, Mikhail, by any means necessary.