Hurley (listening to a radio transmission): You hear how clear that is? That's gotta be close, right?
Sayid: Radio waves at this frequency bounce off the ionosphere. They can travel thousands of miles. It could be coming from anywhere.
Hurley: Or any time... Just kidding, dude.

Ben: I was told a lot of things, too, that I was chosen, that I was special. I end up with a tumor on my spine and my daughter's blood all over my hands.
Locke: I'm sorry those things happened to you, Ben.
Ben: Those things had to happen to me. That was my destiny. But you'll understand soon enough that there are consequences to being chosen, because destiny, John, is a fickle bitch.

Sayid (about Ben): Forgive me, but the day I start trusting him is the day I would've sold my soul.

~ You let me complicate you ~