Post by The Cynical Idealist on May 15, 2006 19:44:24 GMT -6
As much as I hate to break up the lost party...
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til you understand who's in ruttin' command here.
Zoë: Proximity alert. Must be coming up on something.
Wash: Oh my god! What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's FLYING this thing?! ...Oh right, that would be me. Uh, back to work.
Harken: Seems odd you'd name your ship after a battle you were on the wrong side of.
Mal: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
Wash: Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone.
Zoë: It is not!
Wash: You're acting Captain. You know what happens, you fall asleep?
Zoë: Jayne slits my throat and takes over?
Wash: That's right
Zoë: And we can't stop it?
Wash: I wash my hands of it. Hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery.
Zoë: You could lock the door. Keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.
Wash: Don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing. "Here lies my beloved Zoë, my autumn flower… somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross…"
Mal: And I never back down from a fight.
Inara: Yes, you do! You do all the time!
Mal: Mercy is the mark of a great man.
[He lightly stabs Atherton.]
Mal: Guess I'm just a good man.
[He repeats the poking.]
Mal: Well, I'm all right.
. . .
Sir Warrick: You didn't have to wound that man.
Mal: Yeah, I know. It was just funny.
Simon: I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.
Zoë: Cap'n'll come up with a plan.
Kaylee: Well, that's good. Right?
Zoë: Possible you're not recalling some of his previous plans.
Zoë: You sanguine about the kind of reception we're apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Cap'n?
Mal: Absolutely. [pauses] What's "sanguine" mean?
Zoë: "Sanguine". Hopeful. Plus, point of interest… it also means "bloody".
Mal: Well, that pretty much covers all the options, don't it?
Mal: They let us come, and they let us go. What kind of ident card gets us that kind of reception and send-off?
Book: I am a Shepherd. Folks like a man of God.
Mal: No, they don't. Men of God make everyone feel guilty and judged.
Mal: Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back!
Mal: I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I'm an evil, lecherous hump.
Zoë: No one's saying that, sir.
Wash: Yeah, we're pretty much just giving each other significant glances and laughing incessantly.
Simon: I— I reattached a girl's leg. Her whole leg. She named her hamster after me. I got a hamster. He drops a box of money, he gets a town.
Kaylee: Hamsters is nice.
Marco: Do we look reasonable to you?
Mal: Well, looks can be deceiving.
Jayne: Not as deceiving as a low-down… dirty… deceiver.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoë?
Zoë: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
Jayne: You want I should shoot 'em now, Marco?
Marco: Wait until they tell us where they put the stuff.
Jayne: That's a good idea. Good idea. Tell us where the stuff's at, so I can shoot ya.
Mal: Point of interest? Offering to shoot us, might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.
Mal: The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.
Zoë: Is there any way I'm gonna get out of this with honor and dignity?
Wash: You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lamby-toes.
Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired… from a… fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself.
Book pulls out a rifle.]
Book: This should do.
Zoë: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
Mal: I hear y'all took up arms in that little piece o' action back there. How're you faring with that, Doctor?
Simon: I don't know. I, uh… eh, I never… never shot anyone before.
Book: I was there, son. I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
Mal: Whew! Ha. That was bracing. They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself.
Mal: Girl knows things. Things she shouldn't. Things she couldn't.
Jayne: What, are you— are you sayin' she's a witch?
Wash: [sardonically] Yes, Jayne. She's a witch. She has had congress with the beast.
Jayne: She's in Congress?
Wash: How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious.
. . .
Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Zoë: We live in a spaceship, dear.
Wash: So?
. . .
Jayne: Well… I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'.
Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
Book: The Alliance could have any number of uses for a psychic.
Zoë: A psychic… or an assassin.
Simon: She's just a kid! And she just wants to be a… kid.
Mal: I wish it were that simple.
Jayne: Yeah, and if wishes were horses, we'll all be eatin' steak.
[River announces that she's "melted" into Serenity, then leaves Early to stew in silence.]
Early: Where'd she go?
Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a spaceship — don't look at me.
. . .
Early: I only hurt people 'cause they keep gettin' in the way of me finding you.
[He points his gun at Simon.]
Early: Tell her.
Simon: What am I, your advocate?
Early: You are, starting now.
Simon: [deadpan] He's really very… gentle, and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
[River/Serenity giggles.]
Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well… my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
Wash: Yeah well, if she doesn't give us some extra flow from the engine room to offset the burn-through, this landing is going to get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define interesting!
Wash: [deadpan] "Oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die"?
Mal: [on the ship intercom] This is the captain, we have a lil' problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence, and then… explode…
Jayne: We're gonna explode? I don't wanna explode!
Mal: Jayne, how many weapons you plan on taking? You only got the two arms.
Jayne: I just get excitable…as to choice. Like to have my options open.
Mal: I don't plan on any shooting taking place during this job.
Jayne: Yea, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar.
Mal: No grenades.
Jayne: What…? Aw!
Mal: [to Simon] I believe you got some storytelling to do. What in the hell happened back there?
Wash: Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90-pound girl, 'cause I don't think that's ever getting old.
Mal: Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony, a plastic rocket, and one of those—
Inara: Mal!
Mal: Do you want to run this ship?
Jayne: Yes!
Mal: Well…you can't!
The Operative: Do you know what your sin is, Mal?
Mal: Oh hell, I'm a fan of all seven. But right now, I'm gonna have to go with wrath.
Mal: Say that to my face.
Lund: I said, you're a coward, and a pisspot. Now what are you gonna do about it?
Mal: Nothin'. I just wanted you to face me so she could get behind ya.
[Lund turns to find Zoë, who clobbers him with her rifle.]
Mal: Drunks are so cute.
Zoë: The border planets?
Mal: I'm thinking Whitefall, maybe talk to Patience.
Zoë: Sir, we don't want to deal with Patience again.
Mal: Why not?
Zoë: She shot you.
Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit. Still…
. . .
Mal: Been a long time since Patience shot me, and that was due to a perfectly legitimate conflict of interest. I got no grudge.
[Wash is playing with plastic dinosaurs.]
Wash [as Stegosaurus ]: Yes. Yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… "This Land.".
Wash [as Allosaurus ]: I think we should call it "your grave"!
Wash [as Stegosaurus]: Ahh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Wash [as Allosaurus]: Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
[The Allosaurus attacks the Stegosaurus.]
Wash [as Stegosaurus]: Ohhh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven!
Anyway... yay Firefly.
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til you understand who's in ruttin' command here.
Zoë: Proximity alert. Must be coming up on something.
Wash: Oh my god! What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's FLYING this thing?! ...Oh right, that would be me. Uh, back to work.
Harken: Seems odd you'd name your ship after a battle you were on the wrong side of.
Mal: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
Wash: Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone.
Zoë: It is not!
Wash: You're acting Captain. You know what happens, you fall asleep?
Zoë: Jayne slits my throat and takes over?
Wash: That's right
Zoë: And we can't stop it?
Wash: I wash my hands of it. Hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery.
Zoë: You could lock the door. Keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.
Wash: Don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing. "Here lies my beloved Zoë, my autumn flower… somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross…"
Mal: And I never back down from a fight.
Inara: Yes, you do! You do all the time!
Mal: Mercy is the mark of a great man.
[He lightly stabs Atherton.]
Mal: Guess I'm just a good man.
[He repeats the poking.]
Mal: Well, I'm all right.
. . .
Sir Warrick: You didn't have to wound that man.
Mal: Yeah, I know. It was just funny.
Simon: I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.
Zoë: Cap'n'll come up with a plan.
Kaylee: Well, that's good. Right?
Zoë: Possible you're not recalling some of his previous plans.
Zoë: You sanguine about the kind of reception we're apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Cap'n?
Mal: Absolutely. [pauses] What's "sanguine" mean?
Zoë: "Sanguine". Hopeful. Plus, point of interest… it also means "bloody".
Mal: Well, that pretty much covers all the options, don't it?
Mal: They let us come, and they let us go. What kind of ident card gets us that kind of reception and send-off?
Book: I am a Shepherd. Folks like a man of God.
Mal: No, they don't. Men of God make everyone feel guilty and judged.
Mal: Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back!
Mal: I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume I'm an evil, lecherous hump.
Zoë: No one's saying that, sir.
Wash: Yeah, we're pretty much just giving each other significant glances and laughing incessantly.
Simon: I— I reattached a girl's leg. Her whole leg. She named her hamster after me. I got a hamster. He drops a box of money, he gets a town.
Kaylee: Hamsters is nice.
Marco: Do we look reasonable to you?
Mal: Well, looks can be deceiving.
Jayne: Not as deceiving as a low-down… dirty… deceiver.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoë?
Zoë: Had a kind poetry to it, sir.
Jayne: You want I should shoot 'em now, Marco?
Marco: Wait until they tell us where they put the stuff.
Jayne: That's a good idea. Good idea. Tell us where the stuff's at, so I can shoot ya.
Mal: Point of interest? Offering to shoot us, might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.
Mal: The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.
Zoë: Is there any way I'm gonna get out of this with honor and dignity?
Wash: You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lamby-toes.
Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired… from a… fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself.
Book pulls out a rifle.]
Book: This should do.
Zoë: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
Mal: I hear y'all took up arms in that little piece o' action back there. How're you faring with that, Doctor?
Simon: I don't know. I, uh… eh, I never… never shot anyone before.
Book: I was there, son. I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
Mal: Whew! Ha. That was bracing. They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself.
Mal: Girl knows things. Things she shouldn't. Things she couldn't.
Jayne: What, are you— are you sayin' she's a witch?
Wash: [sardonically] Yes, Jayne. She's a witch. She has had congress with the beast.
Jayne: She's in Congress?
Wash: How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious.
. . .
Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Zoë: We live in a spaceship, dear.
Wash: So?
. . .
Jayne: Well… I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'.
Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
Book: The Alliance could have any number of uses for a psychic.
Zoë: A psychic… or an assassin.
Simon: She's just a kid! And she just wants to be a… kid.
Mal: I wish it were that simple.
Jayne: Yeah, and if wishes were horses, we'll all be eatin' steak.
[River announces that she's "melted" into Serenity, then leaves Early to stew in silence.]
Early: Where'd she go?
Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a spaceship — don't look at me.
. . .
Early: I only hurt people 'cause they keep gettin' in the way of me finding you.
[He points his gun at Simon.]
Early: Tell her.
Simon: What am I, your advocate?
Early: You are, starting now.
Simon: [deadpan] He's really very… gentle, and fuzzy. We're becoming fast friends.
[River/Serenity giggles.]
Early: You folks are all insane.
Simon: Well… my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
Wash: Yeah well, if she doesn't give us some extra flow from the engine room to offset the burn-through, this landing is going to get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define interesting!
Wash: [deadpan] "Oh god, oh god, we're all gonna die"?
Mal: [on the ship intercom] This is the captain, we have a lil' problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence, and then… explode…
Jayne: We're gonna explode? I don't wanna explode!
Mal: Jayne, how many weapons you plan on taking? You only got the two arms.
Jayne: I just get excitable…as to choice. Like to have my options open.
Mal: I don't plan on any shooting taking place during this job.
Jayne: Yea, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar.
Mal: No grenades.
Jayne: What…? Aw!
Mal: [to Simon] I believe you got some storytelling to do. What in the hell happened back there?
Wash: Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90-pound girl, 'cause I don't think that's ever getting old.
Mal: Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony, a plastic rocket, and one of those—
Inara: Mal!
Mal: Do you want to run this ship?
Jayne: Yes!
Mal: Well…you can't!
The Operative: Do you know what your sin is, Mal?
Mal: Oh hell, I'm a fan of all seven. But right now, I'm gonna have to go with wrath.
Mal: Say that to my face.
Lund: I said, you're a coward, and a pisspot. Now what are you gonna do about it?
Mal: Nothin'. I just wanted you to face me so she could get behind ya.
[Lund turns to find Zoë, who clobbers him with her rifle.]
Mal: Drunks are so cute.
Zoë: The border planets?
Mal: I'm thinking Whitefall, maybe talk to Patience.
Zoë: Sir, we don't want to deal with Patience again.
Mal: Why not?
Zoë: She shot you.
Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit. Still…
. . .
Mal: Been a long time since Patience shot me, and that was due to a perfectly legitimate conflict of interest. I got no grudge.
[Wash is playing with plastic dinosaurs.]
Wash [as Stegosaurus ]: Yes. Yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… "This Land.".
Wash [as Allosaurus ]: I think we should call it "your grave"!
Wash [as Stegosaurus]: Ahh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Wash [as Allosaurus]: Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
[The Allosaurus attacks the Stegosaurus.]
Wash [as Stegosaurus]: Ohhh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven!
Anyway... yay Firefly.