Lost Girl

One word: epic.

Oh...

After last night's marathon,

I didn't think I'd get lucky again so soon.

Well, you could get lucky times two.

Oh... oh...

Times three... times four...

I haven't organized my swabs in a week, and I have cultures growing

so out of control that my actual control cultures have mutated,

and I have a delivery of formaldehyde in...

thirty minutes.

Say "formaldehyde" again.

I have a million things on my "to do" list.

I thought that I was your "to do" list.

Fine.

- You are released. - Mmmm...

- I'm gonna go freshen up. - Okay.

Ugh...

Lauren: Bo? Everything all right?

Everything's amazing!

Just amazing...

Dyson: Excuse me?

- It is going to be amazing, no?! - I gotta go with "no," dude.

Stop... I remember hearing about Philippe Petit,

the famous tightrope walker when I was about six.

I knew then that I wanted to be like him. This is my dream.

Well, there you have it. Man's living his dream.

- Can we go now? - Can you at least pretend to try?

Hey, Lloyd! How about I take a couple of photos for posterity?

Ah! Bien sur. A most excellent idea.

That's a great pose. You are so bad at this.

The man wants to live out his crazy circus fantasy.

Who cares? Live and let live.

- That's so typically Dark of you. - What, saying it like it is?

There've been 4 crazy human stunts pulled

in this last week. Remember how the first three ended up?

You mean Splat, Squish, Ka-boom?

Uh huh.

That's nice, Lloyd, another one like that.

Well, at each of those, I smelled Fae.

Something's killing these people, I'm gonna find out what it is.

That's great, Lloyd...

I have a hot date with a guy rockin' an eight pack in an hour,

so can we hurry this up a little?

Hey, Magnifico! You know this is stupid, right?

That's really great...

Why don't you stand back, I got this. Lloyd!

No, please, sir! Step back.

What I am about to attempt is very dangerous.

Just one more question...

No, no! It's not the time for questions.

It's the time to dream! It's the time to live!

Woo!

Lloyd!!!

Lloyd: Ahhhhh!

Yeah...

You got this.

Life is hard when you don't know who you are.

It's harder when you don't know what you are.

My love carries a death sentence.

I was lost for years...

Searching while hiding...

Only to find that I belong to a world hidden from humans.

I won't hide anymore.

I will live the life I choose.

3x04 - Fae-de to Black

Kenzi: Bo-apalooza? Bo-Bo...

Bo-ilicious? Bo-dacious?

Do we seriously not have any chocolate in this place?

Bo!

- Did you just throw a pillow at me? - That is a good question

that I would like to answer in two parts: a) Yes,

b) I would love to have a heart-to-heart,

- thank you so much for asking. - Can we do it later, Kenz? Please?

I've got chocolate in my purse.

- What's on your mind? - Well...

It's kind of a delicate subject. Like Southern Belle delicate.

And I don't know how you're gonna take it,

but I just can't keep it from you any longer.

Is this about Lauren?

It's about something that's been a big bug up my butt

for a couple of months now.

We spend too much time together. You've never liked her...

C'est tout le contraire, mon cheri.

Ever since I saw her get all Science-y

on The Morrigan's evil ass plot, I lurves me some Lauren.

Well, good because she's very lurve-able.

And from what I hear, super bang-able.

Why is everything always about sex?

Uh... wonder snatch? Hi! Have we met?

You don't have chocolate in your purse, do you?

Technically, "nyet".

I'm going to the store.

Wicked, wicked Norn... What did you do to me?

Ugh!

Woo! Girl be thirsty.

What happened to your date with Mr. Eight Pack?

- Hmm, girl only needs ten minutes. - That's way too much information.

- Tox screen on the street pizza? - Can you not call him that?

Tox screen on the street pasta?

Nice... You can see he wasn't on anything.

Well, it's still a suicide. So, case closed.

Among all these other "suicides?" Come on.

Look, I'm telling you, I smelled something Fae on that roof.

We need to start this entire investigation from the beginning.

- It's the better way. - It's the only way.

No, no, no... look at this...

The vics from the last ten days. Notice anything?

They were all patients.

Of The Better Way Clinic For Health and Wellness.

You can thank me later.

Um... This is the part where we go question therapists.

Yeah, who, due to Doctor/patient confidentiality,

won't tell us a damn thing.

Okay... so we go undercover. I could be a great therapist.

You're trying to prevent these people

- from killing themselves, Tamsin... - What do you suggest?

- Sure. Great. I'll do it. - You haven't even heard what 'it' is.

Well, let's just say...

I could use the distraction.

Okay. I need you to pose as a therapist at a new age clinic.

How am I supposed to convince the clinic that I'm a Doctor?

- Ta-da. - Dr. Helen Green.

Of The Sedona Center for Psychological and Spiritual Healing?

- I couldn't have gone to Harvard? - You haven't seen the clinic.

- What am I looking for? - Well, this is a list of all our vics.

We need you to access their patient files.

Find out why they're doing these crazy stunts and killing themselves.

Hmmm... sounds, uh...

...delicious.

If I didn't know any better I'd think you looked a little...

- Smart? Gorgeous? Tall? - ...hungry.

You and Lauren didn't... did you?

No! And P.S. our sex life is awesome.

- Maybe a little too awesome. - Okay... just asking.

I think, though, someone here has had enough coffee for the day...

What kind of therapist am I anyway?

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Hi there!

Namaste.

Oh... Lemony.

It will help to create synergy

and centeredness during your appointment.

Actually, I'm the new Doctor.

Oh, Dr. Green!

I am so sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you came in.

I was only told this morning that you were coming, but when I

heard, I was so excited I about fell out of my sun salutation.

We've been super-swamped since Dr. de Angelis up and left us.

Yes, I heard the clinic's been having some bad luck.

Bad luck?

Patients dying? In strange and unusual ways?

Oh, Gaia help us, it's been so awful.

Dr. Hope's been super emotional about it...

though that could have more to do with her recent divorce.

Dr. Foster is kind of in denial. And Dr. Palmer is taking it the hardest.

He's our regression therapist.

What about Dr. Nemo and Dr. Bob?

Oh...

This is Dr. Nemo. And Dr. Bob is our resident kitty.

He usually hangs out in Dr. Palmer's office.

Oh, well, I should let you get back to work.

Actually, it is the other way around.

Your eleven o'clock is here. Good luck!

So, Connor...

how do you feel about what Manny just said?

Insulted.

I mean, I do not use my job as an excuse to avoid sex.

So you had to drive to the hospital at 10:30 last night?

For bloodwork. That saves people.

You're a dermatologist.

So, Connor, you're a Doctor...

that's very important stuff. But Manny here has certain needs.

You're talking about sex, aren't you?

Which, by the way, we're having all the time.

Oh, I'm sorry...

Is that dermatology speak for hardly ever?

How many times a week are you having sex?

- Three times! - Three... times...

That's it?!

Hmm...

- How do you survive? - Are you taking his side?

- Just let her speak... - Where'd you go to school again?

I have an impact statement I'd like to read...

Oh brother...

Ok, wait! Wait... let me just try something here.

Look at each other.

These are the faces that you fell in love with.

These are the bodies...

that need to express themselves.

That are longing for each other.

Aching... for each other.

Oh... wait...

Guys! No! Not here...

Guys, not here! No...

- We can be home in 5 minutes... - Ten if we pick up whipped cream...

Tabitha, I'm going for lunch!

- You know what I'm craving? - A really nice back massage?

- Lower. - Bo, it's just... I'm just so busy...

Are you using work as an avoidance technique?