Episode Report Card Cindy McLennan: A | 852 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT Right Round Like A Record Baby
By Cindy McLennan | Season 5 | Episode 2 | Aired on 2009.01.21
Juliet suggests they take the Zodiac -- BLESS YOU, JULIET! I've been trying to remember the name of that damned motorized life-raft thingie for about 69 minutes. Anyhow, she thinks they should take it and head out to a shipping lane. Daniel shuts down that idea. They can't just sail out without a bearing and in order to calculate it, Daniel has to figure out where they now are -- in time. When Charlotte asks what the rest of them should do, Miles says he's going to find them something to eat. Juliet wants to know how he'll do that, but he brushes her off, because he can't really explain that he's Haley Joel Osment in The Sixth Sense. Juliet and Sawyer go off to get the water...
Outside a gas station/convenience store, Hurley splashes Sayid's face with water, in an attempt to bring him to. When Sayid doesn't stir, Hurley borrows some money out of his wallet (with a promise to pay him back -- because moral compass, y'all) and shouts-out to Weekend At Bernie's by putting shades on Sayid's unconscious face. When he enters the store, Cheap Trick's "Dream Police" is playing, which is perfect, really, but I've now been earwormed by that song for 6 days. They're driving me insane. Those men inside my braaaaaaaaaaaain. When Hurley goes to pay for his "I Heart Shih Tzus" t-shirt (oh honey, no; get a more size-appropriate dog on your shirt -- how about a nice St. Bernard?), the clerk recognizes him as the lottery winner and a member of the Oceanic 6, but is blessedly oblivious to the muted TV behind her that is covering the APB issued for Hurley -- who is now the prime suspect in 1, 2, 3 murders (the guy Sayid ganked outside Santa Sosa, and the two he offed at the "safe house"). Hurley's not oblivious though, so he tells the cashier to keep the change and hustles back to the car that shelters sweet, slumbering Sayid. From outside, he throws his stained shirts in the car, and dons the new T. My husband says, "I'm glad we didn't have to see that." I give him a dirty look, because he shouldn't be dissing my Hugo. He knows the look but ignores it. "He might have bigger boobs than you do." I give him a different dirty look, because my bosom is just fine, thankyewveddymuch. He sputters something like, "I said bigger, not nicer, because clearly, clearly you have nicer..." I aim the remote control at him at press the "mute" button, but it does no good, so I tune him out and go back to the show. I'm a parent; it's a skill I've honed with purpose.