tedmackenzie:

Tell your wife that she’s a very lucky lady, and if she doesn’t keep an eye on you, I’ll steal you for myself.

I’ll be sure to tell her, don’t worry; I don’t bat for the other team though.

tedmackenzie:

Dammit. All the good ones are.

Sure there’s some hot guy for you out there somewhere.

tedmackenzie:

Oh, don’t go covering it up.

[holds up his hand] Married, dude.

tedmackenzie:

Although, with that grin, I don’t think the ears matter very much at all.

What?

tedmackenzie:

You could try taping them down when you sleep.

I could, you’re right.

tedmackenzie:

You aren’t a bad one at all. Your ears are a bit big for my liking, but you aren’t bad at all.

So I’ve been told many times before.

tedmackenzie:

Not all you Losties and Fairies are half bad. And you’re included. Not half bad at all.

I’ve no problem with mermaids. 

tedmackenzie:

These guys… they aren’t Smee. They aren’t any side, only their own side. And they get off on pain and screams and pretty boys and girls.

Sounds a lot like Smee.

tedmackenzie:

Most of the blokes will kill a Fairy before you can find them.

I know. Smee did it before. There’s not going to be a next time.

tedmackenzie:

And I know you’re looking for new clients. Just… be careful. the men in some of these bars and things, they hate women, and they’ll think nothing of doing bad things to you.

If any bloke touches the fairies and hurts them, they’ll be getting a visit from a Lostie. Don’t worry.