BFIRESIDE CHAT, EVE OF THE RAFT LAUNCH: NOW IN GLORIOUS UNSPOKENVISION/B

Author's note: AFAIC, this scene from BTR is perfect already, so forgive me doing a tarantella across it, effectively leaving it in tatters and shreds. What can I say? It's one of the best Skate scenes ever, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Haircut scene coming next/later.

"I'm back on the raft."

UnspokenKate: Congratulations. Do you mind if call you Ishmael?

UnspokenSawyer: You didn't find it all so quixotic when you still had a chance to sail off into the sunset all by your lonesome.

UnspokenKate: It wasn't supposed to be on my--oh, never mind.

"Glad to hear it."

UnspokenKate: I'm think I'm depressed...

UnspokenSawyer: Freckles, with all due respect, what else is new?

UnspokenKate: I was doing pretty well there for a while.

"Michael's going to cowboy up. We set sail tomorrow."

UnspokenKate: And you're his sea cowboy of choice. I get it, okay--stop rubbing it in.

UnspokenSawyer: You wanna be a sea cow? I could probably get you a job as a sea cow if you really wanted.

UnspokenKate: Manatees is a nice try, Sawyer, but I'm completely not smiling for you, so stop.

"You here to say sorry, Sawyer?"

UnspokenKate: There could be some sex in it for you. Okay, not sex. But quite possibly a smile.

"Nah. Sorry don't suit me...You cornered me, Freckles. Did what I had to."

UnspokenKate: Gruff raspy chuckles are gonna be hard to come by when you're gone, Sawyer. Maybe bring me one back from the mainland?

UnspokenSawyer: Would you please wipe that miserable look off your face? I'm sailing off to near-certain drowning. Any chance you could postpone the gigantic self-pity party until I'm gone, or maybe just take a break for a minute, and spare a thought for my impending certain death?

UnspokenKate: You're going to drown in your own B.S. before you ever drown in the ocean, you self-righteous ass.

"I cornered you?"

KateUnspoken: As if. And because I'm a lady, I'm not going to mention a certain arm-grabbing incident that the Jaters are going to hold against you forever.

SawyerUnspoken: Oh, honey, you're many things, but don't kid yourself--you're no lady.

KateUnspoken: And you, sir, are no gentleman.

SawyerUnspoken: You know, the Jaters should really mind their own damn business.

KateUnspoken: No kidding! I mean, we don't butt in on their spats with their boyfriends.

"You said if you wanted my spot, you were going to take it. Guess I believed you."

KateUnspoken: Why the hell would you pick now to start believing a word that I say! I'm a known liar! Did you somehow lose the memo between yesterday and today? We're gypsies, tramps and thieves!

SawyerUnspoken: Don't you dare drag Cher into this.

"Well...that's that. I got some packing to do."

KateUnspoken: I'd tell you not to forget clean underwear, but I'm pretty sure you don't own any underwear at all, so just...go.

SawyerUnspoken: Any chance you want to let me have those panties you wore at the lagoon that day as a souvenir of our time together?

KateUnspoken: Not unless I'd be trading my panties for passage on that raft. Don't you understand anything?

SawyerUnspoken: What! It's clean underwear! It's your clean underwear, but still...

"Why is it so important for you to be on that raft?"

SawyerUnspoken: Look here, flytrap, I ain't doin' it for my health. I just gotta do it.

KateUnspoken: I'm not what you think I am, you know. I'm not as cold, I'm not--

SawyerUnspoken: Then ask me to stay. And say it nice.

KateUnspoken: I can't.

SawyerUnspoken: Then neither can I.

"Because there ain't anything on this island worth staying for."

KateUnspoken: I think I must have crashed the plane. Somehow. Because that's what I do, somehow--I break things, and I break people. Wayne and mom and dad and Tom and the marshal and now even this. Sawyer and 747s, all the same.

"Be safe, Sawyer."

Sawyer: Miserable little wench doesn't care about anybody or anything. Never has, never will. Just like me.

"Yeah."