Juliet sets the tray down, but then picks up the plate and holds it for some reason as she asks what Jack does. "I'm a repo man. You know, when people don't pay their bills I go into the bank and collect their possessions," he says, stalking back and forth. There's just enough edge to his voice to indicate (even if we didn't already know) that he's lying, and furthermore, he doesn't care that it's obvious he's lying. And I've never seen the movie, so if anything coming up is a reference, I'm going to miss it. If Jack had said, however, that his name is Jeff Lebowski but everyone calls him "Dude," I'm on it. "I'm a people person, so I really love it," he smirks. Juliet half-smiles and asks if he's married. "No, I never saw the point," lies Jack, this time as though he's trying to sound believable. Then he asks her what her job is, besides making sandwiches. "Oh, I didn't make it. I just put the toothpicks in," she says, and that's enough to earn a chuckle from Jack.

Laughing time is over! Juliet asks where Jack was flying from when his plane crashed. Sydney, says Jack, who explains that he was bringing his dead father home. "I'm sorry," she says. Jack snickers. "Yeah, I'm sure you are. Thanks."

By this point, Juliet's moved right up to the glass, and she puts her hand up. "You can trust me, Jack. I'm not going to hurt you." She seems sincere, plus she's hot, so you should totally let your guard down, Ja-- there you go. "What the hell is going on here?" he asks quietly. She doesn't answer; she walks to the door, opens it -- and then takes a bite from the sandwich. Well, he did say she could have it.

Back in the Skinner box, Sawyer's trying to work the levers and the buttons, with no luck. The guy in the other cage yells over, "Hey, how long would it take to get to your camp?" Sawyer sarcastically asks if "Chachi" is talking to him now. What's a "Chachi"? Chachi ignores Sawyer acting like a six-year-old: "From where they got you, how long a walk was it? A day? Two days? And what are the people like from your plane?" "Oh, they're just awesome!" says Sawyer. Hee! He goes back to trying to operate all the parts of the machinery at the same time, throwing his belt around the lever, stepping on the foot pedal, etc. And he blathers on, back to Chachi, who's busy picking the lock on his cage. "Last one of your boys came for a visit got tortured by an Eye-raqi. He tortured me too. But hell, he don't know any better."