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Our Mrs. Reynolds
M=Mal, B=Book, I=Inarra, J=Jayne, K=Kaylee, R=River, S=Simon, W=Wash, Z=ZoeSa=Saffron
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M: If your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.
I: So, explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress?
M: Tactics, woman; I needed her in the back. Besides, them soft cotton dresses feel kind of nice. There's a whole... airflow.
I: And you'd know that because...?
M: You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.
M: Zoe, why do I have a wife?
J: You got a wife? All I got is that dumb-ass stick sounds like it's raining. How come you got a wife?
M: Zoe, would you get Wash?
Z: [over loudspeaker] This is Zoe. We need all personnel in the cargo bay.
M: All? I said 'Wash'.
Z: Captain, everyone should have a chance to congratulate you on your day of bliss.
M: This is not my day of bliss! I don't know this girl.
J: Then, can I know her?
Z: Jayne! Don't sully this.
M: You are gonna be cleaning latrines with your face if you don't cut that out.
W: We always hoped you two kids would get together.... Who is she?
K: Don't feel bad. He makes everybody cry. He's like a monster.
M: How drunk was I last night?
J: I don't know. I passed out.
M: Way I see it, me and her got one thing in common -- we're the only ones who don't think this is funny.
M: Don't you ever stand for that sort of thing! Someone tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back! Wife or no, you are no one's property to be tossed aside. You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people. You know, people who are trying... That's a dumb planet.
Sa: I'd be a good wife.
M: Yeah, well, I'd be a terrible husband. You got five whole days to figure that out.
B; If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. The level they reserve for child molesters, and people who talk at the theatre.
Z: So, you've got your own nubile little slave girl.
M: She wanted to make me dinner! At least she's not crying.
W: I might. Did she really make you fresh bao?
Z: Remember that sex we were planning to have ever again?
M: I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume that I'm an evil lecherous hump.
Z: No one's saying that sir.
W: No, we're pretty much just giving each other significant glances and laughing incessantly.
M: Can I come in?
I: No.
M: See, that's why I usually don't ask.
I: What do you want?
M: Oh, I just needed to... hide.
M: I'm sorry, are you tetchy because I got myself a bride, or because I don't plan to keep her?
J: It's miles more worthy than what you got!
M: What I got? She has a name.
J: So does this. I call it Vera.
M: Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Sa: You're a good man.
M: You clearly haven't been talking to anyone else on this boat.
Pirate1: The parts are crap--
Pirate2: I said exactly that.
Pirate1: --But you put it together and you got a Firefly. Thing will run forever, they got a mechanic even half-awake.
W: Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principle form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to god, baby geese -- goslings. They were juggled.
Z: Of course. The man rushes in to defend her.
W: I'm talking about geese.
W: I wish I was somebody else right now. Someone not married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinky.
W: Not everybody gets me and Zoe at first glance.
I: Come to my shuttle.
Sa: You would lie with me?
//alarms blare//
I: I guess we've lied enough.
Z: So, you two were kissing.
B: Well, isn't that... special.
B: You were victimized, Wash was assaulted, and then Inara found you here.
I: And then I fell and hit my head. Like Wash.
M: So why the big act? What was she after?
B: Besides molesting innocent captains?
M: You want to stow it, preacher? We're in some peril here.
Z: If she can fly this thing, why'd she take the shuttle?
W: Maybe she likes shuttles. Some people juggle geese!
K: I was your big make-out session that got us into this, sir.
M: I was poisoned!
I: You were drugged.
J: That's why I never kiss 'em on the mouth.
M: But she was naked! And all... articulate.
W: Okay! Everybody not taking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere.
J: You see, Vera? You get dressed up, then you get taken out somewhere fun.
W: Captain, don't you know kissing girls makes you sleepy?
Sa: Are you going to kill me?
M: Can you conjure up a terribly compelling reason for me not to?
M: You got all kinds of learning, and you make me look a fool without even trying, and yet here I am with a gun to your head. That's cause I got people with me, people who trust each other, and do for each other, and ain't always looking for an advantage.
Sa: Promise me you're going to kill me soon.