"THEY TAGGED OUT MY SON!"
We're down by 5, but that doesn't mean we're out of this.
Kate: Jack...you're taking this a little too seriously. Why don't you let me bat for you?
Jack: You're not batting for me,
Kate. I dropped that pop fly in the 3rd, I can fix this.
Locke: How about Boone? I've got a feeling he can-
Jack: A feeling, John? A
feeling? Boone's gotten out nearly every at bat.
Locke: Boone's sacrifice RBI is what the game demanded.
Sayid: Perhaps I should have a word with the umpire. I find his large strike-zone unpleasant.
Kate: We
definitely don't need to torture someone over this.
Sawyer: Hell, Freckles. Why not let Hadji remind the official that the tie goes to the runner?
Jack: I'm team captain, I'm making the call.
Locke: Now, hold on a sec-
*Jack grabs Locke by the collar and makes a crazy Jack face*Jack: What were you gonna say, John? That you should be the captain? That we should listen to you just because you think we can win this game on faith alone?
Locke: ...I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the guys stealing our cooler.
*Ben and a few Others run off, giggling*Michael: THEY TOOK MY GATORADE. THEY. TOOK. MY. GATORADE.
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