Kate: What is it?
Claire: Somebody's in there.
Sayid: Everyone in there's dead.
Jack: Sawyer.
Sawyer: Right behind ya, jackass

Kate: You okay?
Sawyer: Never better.
Kate: What the hell were you thinking?
Sawyer: I couldn't help myself. You just look so damn cute swingin' that pickaxe... Chain gang looks good on you,... more

Well here’s an idea: why don’t we take a gun, point it to his big toe and send that little piggy to the market. And if he still doesn’t want to tell us, move on to the roast beef.

Well, would you look at that, somebody's hooked on phonics!

Sayid: Boar took your tarp?
Sawyer: It was dark, but yeah, I'm pretty sure it was a boar.
Sayid: I thought the boar had vacated this area?
Sawyer: Well, genius, I think we got some bad... more

(to Locke) "What do you know mr.clean"

Sawyer: I was protecting you.
Kate: I can protect myself.
Sawyer: Me Kate, me throw rock!

You got a map you ain't showin' me, Magellan?

Hey Kenny Rogers!

Sawyer: A doctor playin' golf? Boy howdy, what's next? A cop eatin' a donut?