Kate: Why did she call you James?
Sawyer: [sighs] 'Cause that's my name. Noticed somethin' else, too...[pauses, grins] You taste like strawberries.
Kate: You taste like fish biscuits.
Kate: [
Noticing the bruise where Wayne hurt Diane's wrist her] How's that wrist?
Diane: What, this? No, that shelf in the kitchen sticks out sometimes. You'd think I'd remember it was there, but I banged it.
Kate: Don't.
Diane: I made my bed, Katherine.
Kate: Well, your bed's gone, Ma.