Lost. Banter.
On whether Kelvin was an Other:
Her: He might have been alone that whole time--
Me: No, he had that Russian guy.
Her: He says.
Me: Well, there was the stain on the ceiling.
Her: That could be anything! It could be a pudding stain!
Me: "I've had it with this Handi-Snack!"
Her: "And you know what the worst part is? I only had 108 minutes to clean up that pudding."