I NEED A GUN: Now in Glorious UnspokenVision!
Note: Historians record this installment as the first verifiable use of UnspokenVision technology, although chronologically, it comes last.
"I need a gun, and you don't get to ask why."
KateUnspoken: Because you totally owe me for the Long Con, and because I have carte blanche--and you darn well know it!
SawyerUnspoken: Hey, Freckles. Long time no see.
"Well, Thelma. Seeing as how I got all the guns, I do get to ask why."
SawyerUnspoken: Humor me, sugar. You know I'll give it to you, but I'm entitled to a little Kate time first. So dish.
KateUnspoken: Sawyer, you totally suck.
"No, you don't."
KateUnspoken: Dude, seriously. Claire is freaking me out, and we are totally on a break. I don't have time to wrestle you right now. Please. Just cooperate. Or I will smack you upside the head.
SawyerUnspoken: Aw, that's my scrappy girl. I missed you, too.
"Yes, I do. Watch: Why?"
SawyerUnspoken: You know how when we fight, I always let you get in a few shots, but basically, I'm a lot stronger? This is like that, darlin'.
KateUnspoken: Don't you dare show me those dimples and talk to me with that self-satisfied drawl! It's adorable as hell, and it's totally not fair, and it's pissing me off even more than usual.
"Just give me a gun, Sawyer."
KateUnspoken: I'm tired, and I'm worried, and I really think you may have broken my heart the other day, so would you consider a little mercy today?
SawyerUnspoken: You want to talk not fair? Those puppy-dog eyes are not fair! Smile, woman! I love you!
"Check it out! Found a new pair of glasses. Damn near my prescription. You like 'em?"
SawyerUnspoken: C'mon. Smile for me, kitten.
KateUnspoken: Hee.
Alright, I'm going into the jungle to track down Rousseau."
KateUnspoken: Happy now?
SawyerUnspoken: Yes, as a matter of fact, I am!
"The French chick? What for?"
SawyerUnspoken: The nutjob who lies and steals babies? Are you sure that's a good idea?
KateUnspoken: Yeah, the nutjob. The crazy lady who could kill us all. So give me a gun, dammit!
"Claire thinks she knows where there might be some medicine. Baby's sick."
SawyerUnspoken: Way to bury the lead, Freckles!
KateUnspoken: You are actually the most frustrating man in the entire world.
"Well, hell, I got medicine."
SawyerUnspoken: And me and Mamacita are pals. Why the hell didn't you just say say something up front! What's your poison? Okay, bad choice of words. What's wrong with the kid? What do you need?
"She thinks he's really sick. As in quarantine sick."
KateUnspoken: You're sweet, but this isn't a Tylenol problem. Claire thinks it's more like that black-eyed alien thing they had on X-Files.
SawyerUnspoken: Son of a bitch!
"What do you think?"
SawyerUnspoken: This island fckin' sucks.
KateUnspoken: Tell me about it.
"I think she's a little too worried, but she's going after Rousseau with or without me."
KateUnspoken: So, about that gun, Sawyer?
"No boys allowed, huh?"
SawyerUnspoken: I'd come with you if you wanted, seein' as how I love you and I have awful nightmares about you gettin' hurt on this hellhole, but I'm guessing this is some kind of chick thing, huh?
KateUnspoken: You guess right, this is some kind of chick thing. But thanks for thinking of me. I love you, too, baby.
"Alright, whaddya want? Nine millimeter or rifle?"
SawyerUnspoken: Be safe, Kate.
KateUnspoken: Wow. You're really incredibly hot. I forget sometimes. Damn. And I will...be safe. And thanks, Sawyer.
