Stay alive (Lost) (№ 403007)

- Dave!
- Who is Dave?
*Libby comes out of the jungle*
- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing?
- How did you find me?
- Gene saw when he was fishing.
- Ha! Jean doesn't speak English.
- Song was with him. Translated.
Hurley, what's going on?
No! You're part of what you're afraid of.
*Closer to the edge of the cliff*
You don't want me well. But you know what? I'm not afraid!
- Quieter, Quieter, Hurley!
You just have a fit of fear. I got it. But it's not you.
- Not me? You don't know me.
- I'm trying.
- Huh? Do you know that I killed two with my weight? And what did he imagine a friend?
- Hurley, go away. You're going to fall.
- Nope! That's not the case! None of that! No problem. I imagine that. It's unreal.
- Where did you get that from?
- In real life, I don't like people like you.
Do you remember me saying I remember you? Maybe I made you up.
*Libby approaches him*
- What was the name of the guy with the broken leg?
- I don't know.
- You don't know? Why? It was with me. His name was Donald. I buried him. I've buried a lot of people, Hurley. And don't say it's not real. Don't tell me you made me up. It's an insult.
- You saw me on the beach in the morning. Did I hold a slippers?
- Nope. I don't remember that, no.
Hurley, look. I'm real. You're real. What I feel for you is real.
*Kisses him on the lips*
And that's the present.
- Maybe let's go again? For loyalty.
- Let's go back.
- Do you think I can? Well, change.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.