Daddy Issues:

Libby: All right everyone, welcome to the Island's first round of Group Therapy. In my opinion, it's long over due. Since I was a clinical psychologist before we crashed, I'll lead us through it. So, who'd like to begin?

Sawyer: Sorry, Nurse Ratched, but this is a stupid idea. Ain't nobody gunna talk about their stupid "feelings". Seriously, considering all that's happened this season, don't we have bigger problems?

Claire: *bitterly* I wouldn't know – I wasn't there.

Libby: All right, all right, let's just calm down. Anybody want to begin?

Sawyer: Like I said –

Jack: I'll begin! Oooh! Me! Me! Pick me!

Everyone: *groans*

Libby: Okay, Jack... what would you like to say?

Jack: Well, I've always had problems with my father...

Sawyer: Jeez, Jack-o-lantern, we all know about that! And we don't wanna hear you cry about it again! Just get over it, will yah?

Jack: *starts to tear up* You never want to talk about my feelings! You never thought I was good enough, I was always doing something wrong! You never believed in me, Daddy! *cries*

Hurley: ...Dude.

Kate: Come on Jack, we all have Daddy issues.

Jack: Yeah, but you haven't been haunted by your father's ghost on the Island!

Kate: Actually…

Sawyer: I'm sorry about that, again, by the way.

Jack: B-but… he was a drunk!

Ben: Yeah, who's wasn't?

Walt: Come on, Jack. I never even knew my dad and then he showed up after my mom died because my step-father didn't want me anymore and he flew me back to a country I hadn't been to since I was a toddler after I'd met him all of twenty minutes ago. And I still turned out better then you… and I'm ten!

Jack: Still?

Walt: Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Sawyer: See? Even Short Stuff wants you to cowboy up.

Jack: *sniffles* I guess I see your point… but still!

Locke: Listen Jack, I had daddy issues, too, but everyone gets a new life on this island, Shannon.

Shannon: What?

Locke: I mean Jack. Anyways, I'll I'm saying is that this is a place where miracles happen.

Charlie: That's all you ever say.

Locke: Nuh-uh. I also say "don't tell me what I can't do!"

Libby: All right John, you can't change the subject –

Locke: Don't tell me what I can't do! See?

Charlie: I stand corrected.

Libby: Okay, then... so, would anyone like to say anything else on Jack's daddy issues?

Everyone: No!

Libby: Fine. We'll take a short break, then everyone meet back here. There's still a lot more we need to talk about.

Charlie: Hey, Claire, wanna go have a ghost-union-make-out-session in the jungle?

Claire: …most deffinatly.