Firefly Picspam
Firefly Redux: 14 scenes from 14 episodes
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Jayne: Little Kaylee here just wishes you was a gynecologist.
Mal: Jayne, you will keep a civil tongue in that mouth, or I will sew it shut. Is there an understanding between us?
Jayne: You don't pay me to talk pretty. Just because Kaylee gets lubed up over some big-city dandy doesn't mean...
Mal: Walk away from this table. Right now.
Simon: What *do* you pay him for?
Mal: What?
Simon: I was just wondering what his job is - on the ship.
Mal: Public relations.
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til ya understand who's in ruttin' command here. Now we're finishing this deal, and then maybe, *maybe* we'll come back for those morons who got themselves caught. You can't change that by getting all... bendy.
Wash: All what?
Jayne: You've got the - the light from the console... keep you, lift you up. They shine like... little angels...
Wash: Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?
Simon: I told him to sit down.
Inara: Who's winning?
Simon: I can't tell. They don't seem to be playing by any civilized rules that I know.
Inara: Well, we're pretty far from civilization.
Zoe: Proximity alert. Must be coming up on something.
Wash: Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Uh, back to work.
Kaylee: So I guess that makes us one man short.
Jayne: Little Kaylee's always one man short. Ow! Hey!
Kaylee Say Doc, why don't you come on down, play for our side? Inara won't mind.
Badger: Who's that then? Here, look at me. What's your story, love?
Simon: She's ... just a... just a passenger.
Badger: Yeah? Why ain't she talking? She got a secret?
River: Sure, I got a secret. More than one. Don't seem likely I'd tell 'em to you now, do it? Anyone off Dyton Colony knows better than to talk to strangers. You're talking loud enough for the both of us though, ain'tcha? I've known a dozen like you. Skipped off home early, running graft jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lock down, but less than you claim. And you're what? Petty thief with delusions of standing? Sad, little king of a sad, little hill.
Badger: Nice to see someone from the old homestead.
River: Not really. Call me if anyone interesting shows up.
Badger: I like her.
Jayne: That there -- exactly the kind of diversion we could have used.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just. Sorry to interrupt, folks. Y'all got something that belongs to us and we'd like it back.
Patron: This is a holy cleansing. You cannot think to thwart God's will.
Mal: Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting. Gotta say, doctor, your talent for alienatin' folk is near miraculous.
Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
Mal: Cut her down.
Patron: That girl is a witch.
Mal: Yeah, but she's our witch. So cut her the hell down.
Jayne: There's times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change.
Mal: Do you think it's likely to?
Jayne: You got something you don't deserve.
Mal: And it's brought me a galaxy of fun, I'm here to tell ya.
Jayne: Six men came to kill me one time. The best of 'em carried this. It's a Callahan full-bore autolock. Customized trigger, double-cartridge thorough gauge. It is my very favorite gun. Mal: [Chinese - "The explosive diarrhea of an elephant!"] You offering me a trade?!
Jayne: A trade?! Hell, it's theft. It's the best damn gun made by man. It has extreme sentimental value. It's miles more worthy than what you got.
Mal: What I got? She has a name.
Jayne: So does this. I call it Vera.
Mal: Well my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Jayne: Well, damnit Mal, I'd treat her okay.
Mal: She's not to be bought, nor bartered, or borrowed, or lent. She's a human woman doesn't know a damn thing about the world and needs our protection.
Jayne: Well I'll protect her!
Mal: Jayne! Go play with your rain stick.
Simon: Oh!
Kaylee: Now, this would be the perfect time for a swear word.
Simon: What...happened in here?
Jayne: Needed to find some tape.
Simon: So you had to tear my infirmary apart?
Jayne: Apparently.
Simon: My god -- you're like a trained ape. Without the training.
Mal: Well?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Mal: What? Come on, seriously, Zoe. Whaddya think?
Zoe: Honestly, sir. I think you got robbed.
Mal: Robbed? What, no. What do you mean?
Zoe: It's a piece of [fei-oo. - "junk".]
Mal: [Fei-oo? - "Junk?"] Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die.
Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
Mal: That's not... you are very much lacking in imagination.
Zoe: I imagine that's so, sir.
Mal: C'mon. You ain't even seen most of it. I'll show you the rest. And try to see past what she is, and on to what she can be.
Zoe: What's that, sir?
Mal: Freedom, is what.
Zoe: No, I meant what's that?
Mal: Oh. Yeah. Just step around it. I think something must've been living in here. I tell ya, Zoe, we find ourselves a mechanic, get her running again. Hire a good pilot. Maybe even a cook. Live like real people. Small crew, them as feel the need to be free. Take jobs as they come -- and we'll never be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.
Zoe: Get her running again?
Mal: Yeah.
Zoe: So not running now?
Mal: Not so much.
Zoe: Ah.
Mal: But she will. I already know what I'm gonna call her. Got a named all picked out...
Mal: We got there and the patients were cyanotic... Not responding.. Non responsive... And we tried to reviv... Resuscitate them.. And, despite our best efforts.. Ah, they kicked... Despite our best efforts. Ah, they...
Simon: Which methods did you use?
Zoe: We tried pulmonary stimulators and cardiac infusers.
Simon: What about cortical electrodes? What is that? Jayne: We applied, we applied the cortical electrodes. We used them electromagnetic... Reacted from... We were unable to a ... We applied the cortical electrodes but were unable to get a neural reaction from either... Unable to get a neural... (pounds table, swears in Chinese)
Mal: Response.
Jayne: Response... Hell, I don't know. If I had wanted schooling, I'da gone to school. I'll get it.
Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoe: Yes, dear. You done good.
Mal: Did you tell her?
Wash: Tell her what?
Mal: Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really?
Wash: What? Mal, come on...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make a fair fight for your womanly affections.
Wash: No! That was the torture talking... Remember? The torture?
Mal: I know it's a difficult mission, but you and I have to get it on.
Zoe: I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Mal: Heard you were looking for me?
Inara: I was. Care to sit? I was hoping to talk a little business. Would you like some tea?
Mal: Okay, what's the game?
Inara: I offered you tea.
Mal: After inviting me into your shuttle of your own free will, which makes two events without precedent and which makes me more'n a little skittish.
Inara: Honestly, Mal, if we can't be civilized and talk like...
Mal: I'm plenty civilized. You're using wiles on me.
Inara: I'm using what?
Mal: Your feminine wiles. Your companion training, your some-might-say uncanny ability to make a man sweaty and/or compliant, of which I have had just about enough today.
Jayne: I got post?
Book: Might we all want to step back a few paces before he opens that?
Jayne: Haw haw. It's from my mother.
"My dear boy. I hope you are well and that you get this soon in your travels. Thank you for the credits you forwarded, they have helped as Matty is still sick with the Damplung. He waves hello, and so does your father. He is in good spirits and there was layoffs but the foreman said no one can weld like a Cobb so he has employment still. I made you the enclosed" --
Ooh! Enclosed!
“--the enclosed to keep you warm on your travels. Hope to hear from you soon, love, mother."
How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tchya think?
Kaylee: I think it's the sweetest hat ever.
Book: Makes a statement.
Jayne: Yeah, yeah!
Wasj: A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Jayne: Damn straight.
Wash: All I'm saying is we're living pretty deep in the rough and tumble, and I don't see that changing any time soon.
Zoe: Nor do I.
Wash: Well, I'm not sure now is the best time to bring a tiny little helpless person into our lives.
Zoe: That excuse is getting a little worn, honey.
Wash: It's not an excuse, dear. It's objective assessment. I can't help it if it stays relevant.
Zoe: I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I'm not so afraid of losing something that I won't try havin' it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Wash: And this beautiful baby of ours, you don't mine that it's going to grow up on a spaceship?
Zoe: Worked fine for me.
Mal: I find River pleasant enough myself. But she's got an oddness to her, and it ain't just her proficiency with fire-arms. Girl knows things she shouldn't. Things she couldn't.
Jayne: Are you saying she's a witch?
Wash: Yes, she's a witch, Jayne. She has had congress with the beast.
Jayne: She's in congress?
Wash: How did your brain master human speech? I'm just so curious.
Inara: < Shut up, you inconsiderate schoolboys >! [BEE-jway, neen hen BOO-TEE-TYEH duh NAN-shung!] This isn't a joking matter. This is about your -- about our lives. And River's.
Mal: Thank you.
Simon: She's deeply intuitive, it's true she has a --
Mal: I don't think she's just intuitive, Doctor. I think she's a reader.
Zoe: Psychic?
Wash: Is that even remotely possible?
Mal: You tell me. You been studying what they did to her.
Simon: They've definitely altered the way she reacts to things, even the way she perceives... but I'm not...
Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction!
Zoe: You live in a spaceship, dear.
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For the whedonland picspam thingy.
Jayne: Little Kaylee here just wishes you was a gynecologist.
Mal: Jayne, you will keep a civil tongue in that mouth, or I will sew it shut. Is there an understanding between us?
Jayne: You don't pay me to talk pretty. Just because Kaylee gets lubed up over some big-city dandy doesn't mean...
Mal: Walk away from this table. Right now.
Simon: What *do* you pay him for?
Mal: What?
Simon: I was just wondering what his job is - on the ship.
Mal: Public relations.
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til ya understand who's in ruttin' command here. Now we're finishing this deal, and then maybe, *maybe* we'll come back for those morons who got themselves caught. You can't change that by getting all... bendy.
Wash: All what?
Jayne: You've got the - the light from the console... keep you, lift you up. They shine like... little angels...
Wash: Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?
Simon: I told him to sit down.
Inara: Who's winning?
Simon: I can't tell. They don't seem to be playing by any civilized rules that I know.
Inara: Well, we're pretty far from civilization.
Zoe: Proximity alert. Must be coming up on something.
Wash: Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing!? Oh right, that would be me. Uh, back to work.
Kaylee: So I guess that makes us one man short.
Jayne: Little Kaylee's always one man short. Ow! Hey!
Kaylee Say Doc, why don't you come on down, play for our side? Inara won't mind.
Badger: Who's that then? Here, look at me. What's your story, love?
Simon: She's ... just a... just a passenger.
Badger: Yeah? Why ain't she talking? She got a secret?
River: Sure, I got a secret. More than one. Don't seem likely I'd tell 'em to you now, do it? Anyone off Dyton Colony knows better than to talk to strangers. You're talking loud enough for the both of us though, ain'tcha? I've known a dozen like you. Skipped off home early, running graft jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lock down, but less than you claim. And you're what? Petty thief with delusions of standing? Sad, little king of a sad, little hill.
Badger: Nice to see someone from the old homestead.
River: Not really. Call me if anyone interesting shows up.
Badger: I like her.
Jayne: That there -- exactly the kind of diversion we could have used.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just. Sorry to interrupt, folks. Y'all got something that belongs to us and we'd like it back.
Patron: This is a holy cleansing. You cannot think to thwart God's will.
Mal: Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting. Gotta say, doctor, your talent for alienatin' folk is near miraculous.
Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
Mal: Cut her down.
Patron: That girl is a witch.
Mal: Yeah, but she's our witch. So cut her the hell down.
Jayne: There's times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change.
Mal: Do you think it's likely to?
Jayne: You got something you don't deserve.
Mal: And it's brought me a galaxy of fun, I'm here to tell ya.
Jayne: Six men came to kill me one time. The best of 'em carried this. It's a Callahan full-bore autolock. Customized trigger, double-cartridge thorough gauge. It is my very favorite gun. Mal: [Chinese - "The explosive diarrhea of an elephant!"] You offering me a trade?!
Jayne: A trade?! Hell, it's theft. It's the best damn gun made by man. It has extreme sentimental value. It's miles more worthy than what you got.
Mal: What I got? She has a name.
Jayne: So does this. I call it Vera.
Mal: Well my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Jayne: Well, damnit Mal, I'd treat her okay.
Mal: She's not to be bought, nor bartered, or borrowed, or lent. She's a human woman doesn't know a damn thing about the world and needs our protection.
Jayne: Well I'll protect her!
Mal: Jayne! Go play with your rain stick.
Simon: Oh!
Kaylee: Now, this would be the perfect time for a swear word.
Simon: What...happened in here?
Jayne: Needed to find some tape.
Simon: So you had to tear my infirmary apart?
Jayne: Apparently.
Simon: My god -- you're like a trained ape. Without the training.
Mal: Well?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Mal: What? Come on, seriously, Zoe. Whaddya think?
Zoe: Honestly, sir. I think you got robbed.
Mal: Robbed? What, no. What do you mean?
Zoe: It's a piece of [fei-oo. - "junk".]
Mal: [Fei-oo? - "Junk?"] Okay. She won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she is solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die.
Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
Mal: That's not... you are very much lacking in imagination.
Zoe: I imagine that's so, sir.
Mal: C'mon. You ain't even seen most of it. I'll show you the rest. And try to see past what she is, and on to what she can be.
Zoe: What's that, sir?
Mal: Freedom, is what.
Zoe: No, I meant what's that?
Mal: Oh. Yeah. Just step around it. I think something must've been living in here. I tell ya, Zoe, we find ourselves a mechanic, get her running again. Hire a good pilot. Maybe even a cook. Live like real people. Small crew, them as feel the need to be free. Take jobs as they come -- and we'll never be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.
Zoe: Get her running again?
Mal: Yeah.
Zoe: So not running now?
Mal: Not so much.
Zoe: Ah.
Mal: But she will. I already know what I'm gonna call her. Got a named all picked out...
Mal: We got there and the patients were cyanotic... Not responding.. Non responsive... And we tried to reviv... Resuscitate them.. And, despite our best efforts.. Ah, they kicked... Despite our best efforts. Ah, they...
Simon: Which methods did you use?
Zoe: We tried pulmonary stimulators and cardiac infusers.
Simon: What about cortical electrodes? What is that? Jayne: We applied, we applied the cortical electrodes. We used them electromagnetic... Reacted from... We were unable to a ... We applied the cortical electrodes but were unable to get a neural reaction from either... Unable to get a neural... (pounds table, swears in Chinese)
Mal: Response.
Jayne: Response... Hell, I don't know. If I had wanted schooling, I'da gone to school. I'll get it.
Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoe: Yes, dear. You done good.
Mal: Did you tell her?
Wash: Tell her what?
Mal: Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really?
Wash: What? Mal, come on...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make a fair fight for your womanly affections.
Wash: No! That was the torture talking... Remember? The torture?
Mal: I know it's a difficult mission, but you and I have to get it on.
Zoe: I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Mal: Heard you were looking for me?
Inara: I was. Care to sit? I was hoping to talk a little business. Would you like some tea?
Mal: Okay, what's the game?
Inara: I offered you tea.
Mal: After inviting me into your shuttle of your own free will, which makes two events without precedent and which makes me more'n a little skittish.
Inara: Honestly, Mal, if we can't be civilized and talk like...
Mal: I'm plenty civilized. You're using wiles on me.
Inara: I'm using what?
Mal: Your feminine wiles. Your companion training, your some-might-say uncanny ability to make a man sweaty and/or compliant, of which I have had just about enough today.
Jayne: I got post?
Book: Might we all want to step back a few paces before he opens that?
Jayne: Haw haw. It's from my mother.
"My dear boy. I hope you are well and that you get this soon in your travels. Thank you for the credits you forwarded, they have helped as Matty is still sick with the Damplung. He waves hello, and so does your father. He is in good spirits and there was layoffs but the foreman said no one can weld like a Cobb so he has employment still. I made you the enclosed" --
Ooh! Enclosed!
“--the enclosed to keep you warm on your travels. Hope to hear from you soon, love, mother."
How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tchya think?
Kaylee: I think it's the sweetest hat ever.
Book: Makes a statement.
Jayne: Yeah, yeah!
Wasj: A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Jayne: Damn straight.
Wash: All I'm saying is we're living pretty deep in the rough and tumble, and I don't see that changing any time soon.
Zoe: Nor do I.
Wash: Well, I'm not sure now is the best time to bring a tiny little helpless person into our lives.
Zoe: That excuse is getting a little worn, honey.
Wash: It's not an excuse, dear. It's objective assessment. I can't help it if it stays relevant.
Zoe: I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I'm not so afraid of losing something that I won't try havin' it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Wash: And this beautiful baby of ours, you don't mine that it's going to grow up on a spaceship?
Zoe: Worked fine for me.
Mal: I find River pleasant enough myself. But she's got an oddness to her, and it ain't just her proficiency with fire-arms. Girl knows things she shouldn't. Things she couldn't.
Jayne: Are you saying she's a witch?
Wash: Yes, she's a witch, Jayne. She has had congress with the beast.
Jayne: She's in congress?
Wash: How did your brain master human speech? I'm just so curious.
Inara: < Shut up, you inconsiderate schoolboys >! [BEE-jway, neen hen BOO-TEE-TYEH duh NAN-shung!] This isn't a joking matter. This is about your -- about our lives. And River's.
Mal: Thank you.
Simon: She's deeply intuitive, it's true she has a --
Mal: I don't think she's just intuitive, Doctor. I think she's a reader.
Zoe: Psychic?
Wash: Is that even remotely possible?
Mal: You tell me. You been studying what they did to her.
Simon: They've definitely altered the way she reacts to things, even the way she perceives... but I'm not...
Wash: Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction!
Zoe: You live in a spaceship, dear.
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