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Shindig
M=Mal, B=Book, I=Inara, J=Jayne, K=Kaylee, R=River, S=Simon, W=Wash, Z=ZoeH = Harrow, A = Atherton, Ba = Badger
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M: 'Course, they won't discover it 'til they order the next round of drinks.
Thug: Way.
M: Good drinker, that one.
Z: I thought you'd get land-crazy, that long in port.
W: Probably, but I've been sane a while now and change is good.
M: Persephone ain't home. Too many people we need to avoid.
Z: Planet's coming up a mite fast.
W: That's... just 'cause I'm going down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all.
M: Well, that happens, let me know.
W: What am I looking at, the girls or the clothes?
J: There's clothes?
Z: The girls, please.
Z: Too much foofuraw. If I'm gonna wear a dress, I want some slink.
W: You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?
J: I'll chip in.
Z: I can hurt you.
M: Seems to me the last time there was a chance for a little palaver, we were all manner of unwelcome.
J: [slurps his drink] This ain't bad.
Ba: There's a trick to it: wood alcohol.
M: Now we're favored guests, treated to the finest in beverages that make you blind.
A: You belong here, Inara, not on that flying piece of gos se. You see that, don't you?
I: Atheron! Language.
A: What, piece of gos se? But it is a piece of gos se.
I: Kaylee? Oh, gos se.
M; Does this, uh, seem kind of tight?
K: Shows off your backside. Did you see the chandelier?
M: Just be careful. We cheated Badger out of good money to buy that frippery, and you're supposed to make me look respectable.
K: Yes, sir, Captain Tight Pants.
K: Is that him?
M: That's the buffet table.
K: Well, how can we be sure? Unless we question it?
W: I like our party better. Dress code's easier and I know all the steps.
W; You are acting Captain. You know what happens if you fall asleep now?
Z: Jayne slits my throat and takes over.
W; That's right!
Z: And we can't stop it.
W: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral, something with imagery.
Z: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.
W: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. "Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower. Somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross--"
Bitca: It's not as good as last year.
K: Oh, really? What'd they have last year?
Bitca: Standards.
Gentleman: Why, Banning Miller! What a vision you are in your fine dress. It must have taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to get you into that gown. Of course, your daddy tells me it takes the space of a schoolboy's wink to get you out of it.
H: I think he's a psychotic lowlife.
M: And I think calling him that is an insult to psychotic lowlifes.
I: I see Kaylee's here.
M: Cried Cinderella tears. You should have seen her when I told her she could have that layer cake she's wearing.
I: I think she looks adorable.
M: Yeah, but I never said it.
K: Up until the punching, it was a real nice party.
I: Atherton's a heavy sleeper the night before a big day. You know, he's got the killing in the morning, then a haircut later.
M: Such a comfort, having friends visit at a time like this.
M: I never back down from a fight!
I: Yes, you do. You do all the time.
I; He's an expert swordsman, Mal -- you had trouble with the pillar. How will your death help my honor?
J: What we need's a diversion. I say Zoe gets naked.
W: Nope.
J: I could get naked.
W/S: No!
Ba: Why ain't she talking? She's got a secret.
R: Sure, I got a secret. More'n one. Don't seem likely I'd tell them to you now, do it?
Anyone off Dyton Colony knows better than to talk to strangers. You're talkin' loud enough for the both of us, though, ain't you? I've known a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Run graft jobs 'ere and there. Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. Now you're what? Petty thief with illusions of standing. Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Ba: ...Nice to see someone from the old homestead.
R: Not really. [to Simon] Call me if anyone interesting shows up.
J: That there? Exactly the kind of diversion we could have used.
I: How did I avoid that?
M: By being fast like a freak?
I: You have a strange sense of nobility. You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.
I: You are always breaking the rules, no matter what society you're in! You don't get along with ordinary criminals either, which is why you are constantly getting in trouble!
M: And you think following rules will buy you a nice life, even if the rules make you a slave.
M: Mercy is the mark of a great man. [stabs Atherton shallowly] Guess I'm just a good one. [pokes him again] Well, I'm all right.
A: You set this up, whore! After I bought and paid for you. I should have uglied you up so no one else would want you.
M: See how I'm not punching him? I think I've grown.
A; Well, get ready to starve! I'll see to it you never work again.
I: Actually, that's not how it works. You see, you've earned yourself a black mark in the client registry. No Companion is going to contact with you ever again.
H; You'll have to rely on your winning personality to get women. God help you.
J: We was just about to spring into action. Very complicated search-and-rescue operation.
W: I was going to watch. It was very exciting.
I: I am grateful, you know. For the ill-conceived and high-handed attempt to defend my honor although I didn't want you to.