THE WATERFALL SCENE, PART II: Now in Glorious UnspokenVision!
(They come upon prettiest waterfall ever.)
(Sawyer hustles down to the water's edge and pulls his shirt off.)
"What are you doin'?"
KateUnspoken: Do you ever find an excuse to keep your shirt on?
"I need to soak my sore knee. Come on, Freckles. After all we been through on this damn island, don't we deserve something good? What? You gonna say no? You some sort of navel-gazin', no-fun, mopey type?"
KateUnspoken: (sighs) You had me at rippling shoulder muscles.
(Kate strips.)
(Sawyer growls.)
"Ahhh. Well."
SawyerUnspoken: It's about damn time I got your pants off.
(He wades in.)
(She follows.)
"Chilly! Come on girl!"
SawyerUnspoken: I can see your nipples. I win.
KateUnspoken: In your dreams, cowboy.
(They frolic.)
"Nice, huh? Come on, let's go on the rocks."
(They climb, and dive.)
(He grabs her for a good tickle.)
KateUnspoken: Knock it off, Sawyer. I'm having too much fun already. Any more of that, and you're gonna be stuck with me.
(She spots the bodies.)
KateUnspoken: Son of a bitch!
(Sawyer notices them too.)
SawyerUnspoken: Rotting corpses. From the plane. Of course. You know, for supposedly being deserted, there's not a whole hell of a lot of privacy on this damn island. Hell, if you people wanted a watery grave, I could recommend several nice spots in the gigantic ocean-size ocean immediately to the left of us. But, nooo, ya'll had to set up camp in the one part of the Island that finally persuades the femme fatale here to chill the hell out. Of course. As of right now, I'm officially sure this place is cursed. God. Damn.
