Larraby: I told you not to call me unless the world was going to end.
Dr. Grant: I don't know about the world ending, but we've been tracking a pan-dimensional anomaly that seems to be moving toward our time-space continuum.
Larraby: Dr. Grant, I speak Greek, not geek.
Summer Jones: I see things.
Jack Shepard: Do you see dead people?
Summer Jones: I see that you suffer from a massive inferiority complex.
Jack Shepard: [speak slowly to Marsha] I try to hide that so well.
Jack Shepard: Cindy, what are you wearing?
Cindy Collins: It's my alter eggo.
Jack Shepard: You mean your "alter ego"?
Cindy Collins: I'm a princess.
Jack Shepard: Cindy, you're not a princess.
Cindy Collins: But I look pretty.
Jack Shepard: Yeah, but pretty girls don't have any real friends and they never get any respect. Take Miss Holloway, for instance.
Marsha Holloway: Hey.
Dr. Grant: [Cindy throws the 2.5-ton object] Scatter...
Dr. Grant: Let me put it this way. Concussion is still alive, and he's coming back.
Larraby: He was destroyed.
Dr. Grant: Nope.
Larraby: We were there. We both saw it.
Dr. Grant: Nope.
Jack Shepard: Pretty girls have no friends and never get any respect. Look at Miss. Halloway.
Cindy Collins: [singing] A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P...
Jack Shepard: Stop that. You're singing the alphabet. That's not a power. And your voice is average, it's not super.
Cindy Collins: It is, too, super.
[throwing the table]
Dr. Grant: Get another table in here, please. Right away.
Summer Jones: That is getting so old.
Dylan West: Considering you can read my mind, I don't have many options.
Summer Jones: I can't read your mind. I just feel stuff. And you can stop hitting on me entirley.
Dylan West: No, I can't do that. You and I are destiny.
Summer Jones: [group is trying to figure out the controls of the flying saucer] Maybe there's less to figure out than there is to understand.