Marshal: Have to find her. Have to bring her back.
Jack: Yeah, you keep saying that. And every time I ask you who you have to bring back you pass out on me again. Since your fever’s running pretty high, I’m guessing you have no idea who you’re talking about.
Marshal: My cuffs, my handcuffs. Where are my cuffs?
Jack: What?
Marshal: My jacket pocket.
Jack: I don’t–
Marshal: Jacket. Pocket.
Jack: Okay.
Marshal: Dangerous. She’s dangerous.
Lost: 1.03 - Tabula Rasa

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