With a little help of my friends
Feb. 24th, 2010 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)



HURLEY: Did you know you were going to die when you swam out there? Then why didn't you tell me?
CHARLIE: Because you would have tried to stop me. And since I was gonna do it anyway I thought I would spare you all the drama. And now you have to do something. But you're hiding from it. That's the real reason you ran when you saw me in the store. You knew I was here to tell you.
HURLEY: I'm not listening to this. No cause you're not here.
CHARLIE: I am here, you're being a baby.
HURLEY: I'm gonna close my eyes and count to five, and when I open them you'll be gone.
CHARLIE: I am here.
HURLEY: One!
CHARLIE: Don't do this.
HURLEY: Two!
CHARLIE: They need you.
HURLEY: Three!
CHARLIE: They need you, Hugo.
HURLEY: Four!
CHARLIE: You know they need you.
HURLEY: Five!

JACK: What?
HURLEY: It's two holes for now, 3 par, and no waiting.
JACK: Hurley, you built a golf course?
HURLEY: Rich idiots fly to tropical islands all the time to whack balls around.


KATE: You sure?
HURLEY: Dude, double or nothing, there's no way you're hitting it that far.
CHARLIE: Hurley, the woman's on bloody steroids.
KATE: Double's 10 thousand bucks.
CHARLIE: Oh, that's nothing to someone who's worth 150 million dollars. He'll build you your own course, if you'd like.
KATE: What are you talking about?
HURLEY: Ignore him, he's an idiot.
[Kate swings and wins the bet.]
HURLEY: Crap!


CHARLIE: You can't go, Hurley.
HURLEY: Why not?
CHARLIE: Because...you're too big! You won't fit in the boat.
HURLEY: That's uncool, man.
[Hurley begins to go]
CHARLIE: Wait, wait, wait!
[Charlie hugs him]
HURLEY: Dude, it's fine. I don't even wanna go on your stupid boat.
CHARLIE: Catch up with you later. Just remember I love you, man.
HURLEY: Yeah, whatever, love you too.


HURLEY: We're going to jumpstart it. You guys are going to push it. And then on the way down I'm going to pop the clutch and get it started.
SAWYER: You see those rocks? All you're going to do is crash into those real fast. If you don't roll over first.
JIN: Hurley, no.
HURLEY: Dude, I know how to drive. Now come on, just push me. This'll work; I know it.
SAWYER: [to Charlie] What are you out here for -- watch him crash and burn?
CHARLIE: Came to ride shotgun.
SAWYER: Well, it's your funeral. [to Jin] Come on, let's give 'em their ride.
HURLEY: [to Charlie] Are you sure you want to do this?
CHARLIE: Victory or death.
HURLEY: Push!
HURLEY: Oh, jeez.
CHARLIE: Careful now. [they get closer to the boulders] Now would be a good time, Hurley. Like right now!
HURLEY: There is no curse. You make your own luck.
CHARLIE: Hurley!
HURLEY: You make your own luck. There is no curse!
[He pops the clutch and the car starts. An old 8 track starts playing Shambala by Three Dog Night, as Charlie and Hurley laugh and whoop.]
SAWYER: Son-of-a-bitch.
JIN: Yeah!
Screencaps from lost-media. Do NOT hotlink, thank you.