We gotta hold on, to what we got, it doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not. We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot for love.

All of the women would be on the other side of the island strategizing our next steps while the men tried to kill each other. I’d say they could get along amicably for maybe a couple days talking about video games and ranking best grains of sand or whatever, but I think they’d all be dead by day 3.

Why can’t I have lobster, man? I WANT THE DAMN LOBSTER