Fish Biscuits of Love: Now in Glorious UnspokenVision!
Kate spots Sawyer.
KateUnspoken: Sawyer's here. Sawyer's alive.
Sawyer spots Kate.
SawyerUnspoken: Kate! I wonder if my hair's okay? Crap--of course the moment she shows up is the moment my head's buried in a trough of animal crackers and raw sewage. Figures!
KateUnspoken: Help me. Please help me.
SawyerUnspoken: I gotcha, Freckles. I promise.
KateUnspoken: Oh god. They're going to kill us both.
Zeke locks Kate in the cage; Sawyer stares at her from his cell.
SawyerUnspoken: She's still got all her fingers and toes, so at least we have that in our favor. Damn, has she always been so little? Why didn't I ever know she was that skinny?
Kate's faced away from Sawyer and Zeke.
KateUnspoken: I'll never tell him. For his own good, he can't know.
"If you stick your hands out through the bars, I'll take off your cuffs. Scratched you up pretty bad, didn't they? I'll bring you some antiseptic later."
SawyerUnspoken: Who the hell is "they"—does he mean the cuffs or does he mean a person? If it's a person, he's just entirely dead, even before the good jailer here.
"Why don't you bring me an ottoman? While you're at it, I could use a blowdry."
KateUnspoken: Hey! I'll do all the Sawyer barbering around here, thank you very much. No farming it out to Others you big traitor!
"You got yourself a fish biscuit! How'd you do that?"
"I figured out your complicated gizmos, that's how."
"Only took the bears two hours."
"Well, how many of them were there?"
KateUnspoken: I resent that.
SawyerUnspoken: Not you, sweetheart, but you are a sight for sore eyes.
"You okay Freckles?"
KateUnspoken: Hi, Sawyer. You know, I think you'd give a nickname to your executioner. Maybe we'll go up there, to the guillotine, together, so at least I can laugh a little before I die. God I missed you.
KateUnspoken: Who am I kidding? The blade would bounce off your thick skull. If I were the nickname type, I'd call you Timex. You take a lickin' and keep on tickin'…
"I requested that cage—but whatever."
KateUnspoken: Oh god. I don't…
SawyerUnspoken: Hey! There's no crying in baseball!
SawyerUnspoken: That ought to piss her off. Better mad than sad.
KateUnspoken: Sawyer, you're transparent as glass.
"They made me wear it."
SawyerUnspoken: F--k. They're pushing every button she's got.
KateUnspoken: No, I'm okay, really.
SawyerUnspoken: If she doesn't let me help her, she's gonna crack like a sidewalk. Goddammit…
KateUnspoken: Do you have mangoes!
SawyerUnspoken: Here, catch.
He throws her the biscuit. She eats it.
KateUnspoken: Maybe it's mango- I flavored /I …
SawyerUnspoken: Kate's eating…
KateUnspoken: This is the most disgusting thing I've ever had in my mouth. I think I might throw up.
SawyerUnspoken: It's not the same as Kate happy and safe, but it'll do for now.
KateUnspoken: Thank you. For the fish biscuit. And for helping me to not cry.
SawyerUnspoken: Anytime at all, sugar.