00:49 Someone's typing on an old Commodore and listening to hip hop 12 inches, apparently. I'm assuming this is to show us that they've been here for sixteen years or so. I also notice one of those DHARMA logos that I've seen around - one of the almost-spoilers that you kind of can't avoid at this point.
01:35 Why does he have a Mama Cass record in a 12" single sleeve? idiot.
05:48 Don't tell Locke what he can't do!
08:39 The dog's going to get eated up. I hope.
11:22 Walt's got a pretty good disappearing act going on there.
19:20 Don't make promises your ass can't keep, Jack-o.
23:30 The secret: "Your fly's undone."
28:05 Man, I bet Locke's hands are all fucked up now.
32:21 "Self-flagellation" is not another term for masturbation. I mean, I guess it could be, but only if you're doing something very wrong. Or very right.
35:48 Nice tags. I guess the hatch is occupied by a B-Boy circa 1982. It would explain the 12-inch sleeve I saw earlier.
36:37 Never has Mama Cass been so scary.
36:57 Geodesic dome? So . . . Buckminster Fuller lives down there?
40:37 Wiggle your big toe.
41:37 I recognize the accent. The dude in the hatch is Desmond from the stadium. Either that or Billy Connolly.
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