John:
You went down thirty years ago, pal. You just don't know it yet.

John Sullivan:
You on the job?

Jack Shepard:
Long time ago. Do I know you?

John Sullivan:
Do I look familiar?

Jack Shepard:
No. What house you work?

John Sullivan:
7-4 homicide.

Jack Shepard:
Hot shot.

John Sullivan:
No, just working the job. As a matter of fact, I caught a case that goes back to your day. One of the nightengale murders.

Jack Shepard:
No kidding.

John Sullivan:
No. Missing teenager, disappeared back in '68. Found her bones last week buried out by some old diner by Dyckman Street. Mary Finelli. Yeah, talk about dumb luck, the odds of anyone finding that 30 years later and the chance of hitting a dental. Forget about it. The best part is, she's the first victim. She knew the killer, so I bet those old bones are gonna do a lot of talking. Not for nothing, the past is a funny thing. We all have skeletons in the closet, we just don't know when they're gonna pop up and bite us in the ass, huh Jack. You changed you MO, cause if they knew your mother was the nightengale, they would have looked at the family. They would have looked at you.

Jack Shepard:
What are you looking at?

John Sullivan:
Stealing your life away. You went down 30 years ago pal, you just don't know it yet.

John:
I want you to remember this word, okay? It's kind of like a code word: Yahoo. Can you remember that?

John:
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, pal.

Frank:
I'm still here, Chief.

Frank:
I'm not a cop, I'm a firefighter.

John:
Everyone's got skeletons in the closet, you never know when they're gonna jump out and bite you in the ass.

Fred:
You want black? Sugar?

John:
It's all good.

Fred:
You'll get black

Julia Sullivan:
What's going on here, Satch?

Satch:
Frank says that he talks to Johnny, little Johnny on the radio in the future, and this guy claims to be your son!

Julia Sullivan:
Well, I talked to him too, once. He's a cop.

Satch:
You talked to the guy on the radio?

Frank Sullivan:
I love you son.

John Sullivan:
I love you too dad. I missed you so much.

Frank Sullivan:
John, say hello to my wife Julia.

John Sullivan:
Hi.

Julia Sullivan:
Hi John. Frank tells me you're a cop.

John Sullivan:
Yeah, that's right.

Julia Sullivan:
My six year old keeps telling us he wants to be a policeman right after he retires from the majors. We just bought him a badge and a whistle for his birthday.

John Sullivan:
Yeah, I remember I used to play cops and robbers all the time, and my mom wouldn't let me have a toy gun.

Julia Sullivan:
Sounds like your mom and I would get along.

John Sullivan:
Yeah, she's pretty special. I'm real proud of her.

Julia Sullivan:
I bet she's proud of you too, being a cop and all.

John Sullivan:
I hope so. I hope she knows how much I love her.

Julia Sullivan:
She knows. Mom's always know how much their kids love them, even if they don't tell them all the time. Well I gotta go. It was good talking to ya John.

John Sullivan:
You too.

John Sullivan:
Do exactly what I say ok?

Gordo Hersch:
Bull hicky. You can't tell me what to do.

John Sullivan:
Don't screw with me you little pisher, I know everything about you. I have complete knowledge of the universe.

Gordo Hersch:
That's not true, only God knows...

John Sullivan:
Oh, yeah well who put rubber cement in the coach's jockstrap, or who put the frog in Melissa Gluckman's locker and lets not forget about grandpa's laxative in the sweet potatoes last Thanksgiving. You did all that.

Gordo Hersch:
What do you want Mister?

John Sullivan:
Ok...