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Monday, 22 December 2008 15:43:16
The Train Job MAL: I'd given some thought to movin' off the edge -- not an ideal location -- thinkin' a place in the middle. MAL: I'm thinkin' you weren't burdened with an overabundance of schooling, so why don't we just ignore each other 'til we go away? MAL: Drunks are so cute. MAL: See, this is another sign of your tragic space dementia, all paranoid and crotchety. MAL: Well, they tell you never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is on occasion hilarious. RIVER: Mal, bad. In the Latin. MAL: ...shouldn't you be off bringing religiosity to the fuzzy-wuzzys or some such? BOOK: Oh, I've got heathens aplenty right here. INARA: What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle? MAL: That it was manly and impulsive? MAL: Kaylee, what the hell's goin' on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose? NISKA: You do not like I kill this man. MAL: Oh, no. I'm sure he was a very bad person. NISKA: My wife's nephew. At dinner, I'm getting earful. ZOE: Sir? I think you have a problem with your brain being missing. MAL: Hell, this job I would pull for free. ZOE: Can I have your share? MAL: No. ZOE: If you die, can I have your share? MAL: Yes. KAYLEE: There's no call to be snappy, Jayne. JAYNE: You about to jump on a movin' train? JAYNE: Time for some thrilling heroics. JAYNE: These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me. RIVER: Two by two, hands of blue. Two by two, hands of blue. MAL: Whatever happens, remember I love you. ZOE: Sir? MAL: Because you're my wife. ZOE: Right. Sir. Honey. WASH: Did he just go crazy and fall asleep? MAL: Nice shot. JAYNE: I was aiming for his head.