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War Stories
M=Mal, B=Book, I=Inarra, J=Jayne, K=Kaylee, R=River, S=Simon, W=Wash, Z=ZoeN=Niska
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B; A government is a body of people -- usually notably ungoverned.
S: Now you're quoting the captain.
B: I forgot, you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?
S: No. But I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.
M: Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots.
M: Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights -- I'm over that phase.
M: One of you is going to fall and kill yourself, and I'm not cleaning it up!
K: No power in the 'verse can stop me!
W: It's Jayne being so generous with his cut that confuses and frightens me.
Z: It does kind of freeze the blood.
Z: We mentioned that we were out of rations, and ten minutes later, a bunch of appples rained into the trench.
W: And they grew into a big tree, and they all climbed up the tree into a magical land with unicorns and a harp.
K: Blew off their heads, huh?
W: I love that you two are old Army buddies, you have wacky stories with rib cages in them, but could you have an opinion of your own, please?
Z: You're losing the high ground here, sweetcakes.
W: I am a large, semi-muscular man. I can take it. Don't hide behind Mal because you know he'll shoot it down!
Z: Right. Becaue what this marriage needs is one more shouting match.
W: No, what this marriage needs is one less husband. Right now it's kind of crowded.
R: Going back. Like apple bits, coming back up.
S: But you felt okay this morning?
R: Played with Kaylee. The sun came out and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I hate the bits.. the bits that stay down and I work, I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun grows dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids.... What am I?
S: You are my beautiful sister.
R: I threw up on your bed.
S: Yup. Definitely my sister.
J: I'll be in my bunk.
M: I'm angry, and I'm armed, so if you two have something you need to work out--
W: I've been in a firefight before! Well, I've been in a fire... Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.
B: This is precision work; sharpshooters. From the look of these wounds, I'd say a 54-R sniper rifle. Laser sights.
J: Do a lot of shooting at the abbey there, Shepard?
B: Rabbits.
W: I'm the one she swore to love, honor and obey!
M: Well-- She swore to obey?
W: Well, no....
M: There's plenty of orders of mine she didn't obey.
W: Name one!
M: She married you!
N: Ah... now you have to--
Z: Him. I'm sorry, you were going to tell me to choose. Do you want to finish?
Z: We're getting him back!
J: What are we going to do, clone him?
N: This is not a time for extraordinary men. Business is not war, heroics are unseemly. They complicate.
W: Grenades?
Z: Oh, yes. Thank you, dear.
Z: We're going to get the captain.
K: Oh, good.... Can they do that?
J: No.
Z: Preacher -- don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
B: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
Z: It's like throwing a dart, Jayne, and hitting a bullseye 6,000 miles away. That's my man.
Z: Okay, people -- if it moves, shoot it.
K: Unless it's the captain!
Z: Unless it's the captain.
M: Listen, if you got guests, I can come back later.
R: No power in the 'verse can stop me.
Z: This is something the captain has to do for himself.
M: No. No, it's not!
Z: Oh.
[Zoe, Wash and Jayne empty their weapons]
I: I just wish you'd killed that old bastard.
M: I got regrets on that score my own self.
S: I never shot anyone before.
B: I was there, son. I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
Z: Take me, sir. Take me hard.
J: Now, something about that is just downright unsettling.