Kate's anxiously awaiting Sayid's signal, much to Sawyer's amusement, who notes how often she's checking her watch. She tells him -- not for the first time, apparently -- that she'll fire off the flare and he'll turn on the antenna. He jokingly thanks God she's there to keep reminding him of the plan. "It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it," she says, whatever that's supposed to mean. So, since they're now friends, he asks her what she sees in Jack. "What is it about him that makes you all weak in the loins?" She looks at Sawyer like he's something she just scraped off the bottom of her shoe. "You try to be a pig or does it just come naturally?" she says. He theorizes that it's because Jack's a doctor (and her failure to hide her smile lets him know there's some truth to that). "Ladies dig the doctor," he says, and adds that if he had a couple of Band-Aids and some peroxide he could run the island. "You're actually comparing yourself to Jack," says Kate, incredulously. Sawyer gets scowly and says that the differences between the two of them aren't so big. "I guarantee you if he had survived a few more weeks on this island, you'd have figured that out," he says. Oh, he's got Kate's full attention now. "What did you just say?" she says. Sawyer acts like he slipped up, but I don't buy that. "Aw damn, didn't I tell you? Word from the valley is Saint Jack got himself buried in a cave-in." Kate's stricken. He tells her to look on the bright side: now she's got someone else to pity (or, at the very least, someone to feel sorry for). She throws the bottle rocket in Sawyer's lap (unfortunately, without lighting it first) and takes off a-runnin'.