Locke: Do you want your guitar more than your drug?
Charlie: More than you know.
Locke: What I know is that this island might just give you what you’re looking for, but you have to give the island something.
Charlie: [gives Locke his heroin] Do you really think you can find my guitar?
Locke: Look up, Charlie.
Charlie: You’re not gonna ask me to pray or something?
Locke: I want you to look up.
LEGOLAS: Lembas. Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown Man.
MERRY: How many did you eat?