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Objects in Space
M=Mal, B=Book, I=Inarra, J=Jayne, K=Kaylee, R=River, S=Simon, W=Wash, Z=ZoeE=Early
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S: This is not funny. This is a morality tale about the evils of saki.
S: It was either that or the National Anthem. Reports vary.
J: St. Jayne, it's got a ring to it!
B: I'm just trying to remember how many miracles you've performed.
J: I once hit a guy in the neck from 500 yards with a bent scope. Does that count upstairs?
B: Oh, it will be taken into consideration.
J: You made that sound kind of ominous.
R: It's just an object. Doesn't mean what you think.
M: Fully loaded, safety off. This here's a recipe for unpleasantness. Does she understand that?
R: She understands. She doesn't comprehend.
M: Well, I'm glad we've made that distinction.
M; When I want a lot of medical jargon, I'll talk to a doctor.
S: You are talking to a doctor.
M: We're deep in space, corner of no and where.
W: Little River gets more colorful by the day. What'll she do next?
Z: Either blow us all up or rub soup in her hair. It's a toss-up.
W: I hope she does the soup thing. It's always a hoot and we don't all die from it.
J: Let's move this conversation in a not-Jayne's-fault direction.
J: Anyone remember her coming at me with a butcher knife?
W: Wacky fun....
J: You want to go, little man?
W: Only if it's someplace with candlelight.
Z: I don't think she'd harm anyone.
J: Butcher knife!
Z: Anyone we can't spare.
K: Didn't make much account of myself, I'm afraid.
M: I got no problem with the notion of you not killing no one, Kaylee.
K: She just did the math.
J; Are you saying she's a witch?
W: Yes, Jayne, she's a witch. She has had congress with the beast.
J: She's in Congress?
W: How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious!
I: This is not a joking matter! This is about our lives! And River's.
W: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Z: We live in a space ship, dear.
J: I don't like the idea of someone hearing what I'm thinking.
I: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
S: She's just a kid. She just... wants to be a kid.
S: I thought the hospital was home. I was really making a difference there, and...and embarrassingly large stacks of money and I could've... I'd be there right now if she hadn't... if they had just left her alone.
K: Don't let the space bugs bite! ...Space bugs?
E: Strains the mind a bit. You think you're all alone... Maybe I come down the chimney, Kaylee. Bring presents to all the good girls and boys. Maybe not, though. Maybe I've always been here.
E: Is it still her room when it's empty? Does the room, the thing, have purpose? Or do we... What's the word?
S: I really can't help you.
S: So you're a bounty hunter.
E: That ain't it at all.
S: Then what are you?
E: I'm a bounty hunter.
S: And which part of your plan dictated the necessity of beating up a shepard?
E: That ain't a shepard.
E: You ever been shot?
S: No.
E: You ought to be shot. Or stabbed. Lose a leg. To be a surgeon, you know. Know what kind of pain you're dealing with. They make psychiatrists get psychoanalyzed before they can get certified. But they don't make a surgeon get cut on. That seem right to you?
S: Come on out, River. The nice man wants to kidnap you.
I: This is pointless, you know.
E: 200,000 seems fairly pointed to me.
E: Your sister's becoming a real annoyance.
S: I feel for you.
R: You're talking to Serenity. And Early? Serenity is very unhappy.
E: Where'd she go?
S: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a spaceship. Don't look at me.
E: You people are all insane.
S: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
M: How come there's some guy on board and you're all of a sudden the ship?
R: I know you have questions.
M: That would be why I just asked them.
M: Am I dreaming?
R: We all are. Don't make faces.
E: You know, with the exception of one deadly and unpredictable midget, this girl is the smallest cargo I've ever had to transport. Yet by far the most troublesome. Does that seem right to you?
W: How about his face? Is his face wearing armor?
R: No touching guns!
E: I'll be a son of a whore! You're not in my gorram mind! You're in my gorram ship!
R: You're not right, Early. You're not righteous. You got issues.
E: No. Well, yes. I could have that.
R: Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone can just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets..
S: No.
R: I'll be fine. I'll be your bounty, Jubal Early. And I'll just fade away.
M: You know... you ain't quite right.
R: It's the popular theory.
M: Go on, get in there. Give your brother a thrashing for messing up your plan.
R: He takes so much looking after.
Z: This is really not my area of expertise, doctor. I tend to be putting these into people more than the other thing.
W: Can I mop your brow? I am at the ready with the fearsome brow mopper.
S: You got the bullet. Okay, I'm just gonna pass out now, but you're doing great.
J: All them years of priest training, taken out by one bounty hunter.
B: Don't get me wrong, I gave him a hell of a fight.
J: Epic, I'm guessing.
B: There'll be poems and songs, just you wait.
J: At least you got some play. I missed every damn thing.
E: Well.... here I am.