[Jack's explaining his "excuse" for his tour de stade after injuring his ankle]
Jack: Just trying to work a few things out.
Desmond: Ah, a girl, right?
Jack: A patient.
Desmond: Ah, but a girl patient. What's her name?
Jack: Her name's Sarah.
Desmond: What'd you do to her, then?
Jack: Do to her?
Desmond: You must have done something worthy of this self-flagellation.
Jack: I told her... I made her a promise I couldn't keep... I told her I'd fix her and I couldn't. I failed.
Desmond: Right. Just one thing - what if you did fix her?
Jack: I didn't.
Desmond: But what if you did?
Jack: You don't know what you're talking about, man.
Desmond: I don't? Why not?
Jack: Because with her situation that would be a miracle, "brother."
Desmond: Oh, and you don't believe in miracles?
[Jack laughs and shakes his head]
Desmond: Right. Well then, I'm going to give you some advice anyway. You have to lift it up.
Jack: Lift it up?
Desmond: Your ankle. You have to keep it elevated. It's been nice chatting.
Desmond: Jack, I'm Desmond. Good luck, brother. See you in another life, yeah?
Hurley: You should go ahead man, you don't want Locke making time with your girl
Hurley: joke, dude.
Jack: I'm not really in the mood, Hurley
Hurley: Really? Wow, usually you're like Mr. Haha
Hurley: There you go! Life's not so bad right? I mean sure the others are coming like to eat us all and every once in a while someone blows up all over you but you do get to sleep in every morning...
Hurley: Great idea dude, go look in the burning death hole.
Shannon Rutherford: What are you doing here?
Walt Lloyd: [backwards] Don't... Press... Button... Button's... Bad...
Hurley: A while ago, I was in this kind of psych ward and there was this guy, Leonard. All the time I knew him,all he ever said were these numbers. "4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42". Over and over and over again. And they kind of got stuck in my head. So when I got out... well, actually a couple months after I got out, I was buying a frozen burrito and thought "I should play the lottery", and I guess those numbers were stuck in my head, so I played them. And I won... $114 million. That's when it started happening. My grandpa died, my house caught on fire, the chicken joint that I worked at got hit by a meteor... Well, actually, a meteorite. OK, so, tonight, I see the same freaking numbers on that hatch thing. Just written on the side. And that's why I tried to stop it, because that thing is cursed, man.
Jack: You were in a psych ward?
Hurley: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, 4, 8, we're dead, 15, doomed and dead, 16, 23...
Kate: Hurley are you ok?
Hurley: Huh? Yeah, awesome. I just... have to pee.
Desmond: So we saved the world together for a while, and that was lovely.