Friday, December 29, 2006

Christmas Haul

Yup...Santa was very good to us this year. Thanks to my new employer and it's Union-Busting tactics, I took home some very nice bonuses which allowed us to use very little of our saved money and get some nice gifts.

Bought the boy a digital video camera. Pretty smallish in size but puts out some good video. He's always bugging to use the 8mm video camera but the battery just won't hold more than a 20 minute charge. He's very excited! It also doubles as a still camera.

Bought the girl her own digital camera. Now there is no more borrowing Mom's old Olympus. She has about a gazillion pictures of the dogs now!

Both kids were very surprised to find that under the tree.

The Wife got a gift card to her favorite store and a bottle of her new favorite perfume. It's called "Beautiful" I can say my wife smells beautiful! It's better than the "Nude" she used to wear. I hated having to say, "I have to get my wife Nude for Christmas!"

I got an early present. A new laptop. Day after Thanksgiving. (Scroll down for the story.) Wife bought me a new digital camera so I should have some more Photo's by Eric up at the other site soon. Also got Vol 1 and 2 of Animaniacs and The Complete Calvin and Hobbes.

All in all...we were pretty blessed this Christmas.

In that spirit, I gave my old desktop to some friends of mine. I bought it for Xmas in 2001. Larry and Linda's comp was an old Win98 clunker. My old desktop, slow to me but speedy to them, was just what they needed. Larry told me his old comp took so long to boot up he could take a shower and make coffee before he could work on it. And the "m" on the keyboard would stick so bad it drove the girls nuts doing homework. Got them all hooked up and Linda says it's the best present they got all year.

We also got to help out the kids of the families that got displaced just before Christmas. The base near Mt. Shasta was closed two weeks before the Holidays due to many, many things piling up at once. 6 med crew, 3 helo pilots were all guaranteed pay until Jan 2. We took up a donation around the Redding base and a couple of the nurses did some Xmas shopping so the kids could have a nice Xmas. Most of the crews were relocated to either Redding or Phoenix. Some took other jobs out of the company in and around the NorCal area.

We were able to pitch in this year for the annual Christmas present for the Pastors at our church. We always feel bad when we can't contribute, even just a little, so this year we made up for it.

Donations, either in dollars and cents or goods and services has been something we've done throughout the years, in good times and bad. We feel like we should be able to give to everyone that asks (and it seems like everyone asks this time of year), but we do what we can with what we have. When we have more, we give more. When we have less, we still give more. God has always blessed us with the ability to pass along out of our excess and when we don't have any excess to give. We get to make our bills and help others.

It feels good not just this time of year but all year long.


Thursday, December 21, 2006

Something Incredible

First, read this. Something Incredible.

I'll bet many of us have a similar story. And for every one of us who does, it turns into a light bulb moment. How does that line go? "Now we see through a glass darkly..."

Life never turns out like we think it should or want. I've been playing around with this thought of "If I knew then what I know now, how would life be different?" I've been toying with writing this out as a man gets the chance to relive his life from age 18. A chance to do the "right" things. A chance to make those leaps of faith, take those chances, and do that which he didn't do or should have done or shouldn't have done.

Then I thought, "What if what he chose to do in this alternate reality changes the things he loves in this reality? How does he protect the good things he wants and has and change that which he feels needs changing?"

And it came to me...he can't. Only God knows how this all turns out and He ain't telling me my story. My part in it has to be discovered as I move from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. There is a theory that for every decision there are multiple other decisions and with each of those other decisions, big or small, another universe is created where you chose "B" instead of "A". In each of those universes, the "B" decision took you down an entirely different path than the "A" decision. Science fiction writers have played with this in numerous formats. Literature, "The Man Who Folded Himself" (and just about any Star Trek novel!), TV, the aforementioned Star Trek, "All Good Things". Movies, comic books, articles, etc.

We are given one life to live. How we live it is up to us. We will miss opportunities. We will have regrets. We will make good choices that at first seem wrong. We will make wrong choices that at first seem right. We will see others never make a bad decision and others who can't seem to make a correct one to save their lives.

At age 34 I was pretty comfortable with who I was. I thought I had most of "it" figured out. It only took 5 years for me to find out I still didn't know squat and that straining against the goads is a waste of time, effort and energy.

So Taximan may be driving a cab into infinity but I'm sure there are experiences out there in the next year or so that he cannot comprehend now and might miss (or not) if he chooses another path which may or may not contain experiences and surprises he (and we) cannot comprehend.

Keep on truckin' Taximan...


Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Big Damn Heroes

(For Rob...and Joi!)

Memorable Quotes from
"Firefly" (2002/I)

Mal: How's business?
Inara: None of yours.
Wash: Who's flying this thing? Oh right, that would be me.
Wash: Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right, that would be me. Back to work.
Mal: Shouldn't you be out teaching religion to the fuzzy wuzzies or some such?
Book: I think I've got heathens 'aplenty right here.
Mal: The Alliance said they were gonna waltz through Serenity Valley. And we choked 'em with those words. We've done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.
Jayne: [into radio] Testing. Captain, can you hear me?
Mal: I'm standing right here.
Jayne: [into radio] You're coming in good and loud, too.
Mal: 'Cause I'm standing right here.
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you 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.
[Starts breathing heavily]
Jayne: You can't change that by getting all...
[His voice slows]
Jayne: ... bendy.
Wash: [not understanding the bendy thing] All what?
Jayne: [obviously drugged] You've got the light... from the console... keep you, lift you up. They shine like...
[tries to catch the light in his hands]
Jayne: ... little angels...
[Jayne collapses with a thud. The crew just stares]
Wash: Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?
Simon: I told him to sit down.
[opening narration; first lines spoken in series]
Book: After the Earth was used up, we found a new solar system and hundreds of new Earths were terraformed and colonized. The central planets formed the Alliance and decided all the planets had to join under their rule. There was some disagreement on that point. After the War, many of the Independents who had fought and lost drifted to the edges of the system, far from Alliance control. Out here, people struggled to get by with the most basic technologies; a ship would bring you work, a gun would help you keep it. A captain's goal was simple: find a crew, find a job, keep flying.
Mal: This is why we lost you know, superior numbers.
Zoë: Thanks for the reenactment, sir.
Mal: See, this is another sign of your tragic space dementia, all paranoid and crotchety. Breaks the heart.
Book: That young man's very brave.
Mal: Yeah. He's my hero.
Inara: What did I tell you about barging into my shuttle?
Mal: That it was manly and impulsive?
Inara: Yes, precisely, only the exact phrase I used was "don't".
Mal: Kaylee, what the hell's going on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?
Niska: Oh, you do not like I kill this man?
Mal: No, I'm sure he was a... very bad person.
Niska: My wife's nephew. At dinner I am getting earful. There is no way around that.
Captain Reynolds: He's not the first psycho to hire us nor the last. You think that's a commentary on us?
Simon: Are you Alliance?
Jubal Early: Am I a lion?
Simon: What?
Jubal Early: I don't think of myself as a lion. You might as well though, I have a mighty roar.
Simon: I said "Alliance"
Jubal Early: Oh, I thought...
Simon: No, I was...
Jubal Early: That's weird.
[the series' final line]
Jubal Early: Well, here I am.
Jubal Early: All right, that's all the hide-and-seek I got time for. I know you're on this ship, little girl, so here's how this goes. You show yourself, we finish this exchange, or your brother's brains will be flying every which-a-way. You understand, I'm kind of on the clock here. It's frustrating.
River: You're wrong, Early.
Jubal Early: I'm not wrong, dumpling, I will shoot your brother dead if you don't -
River: Wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself to leave. So she melted. Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.
Jubal Early: I'm not sure I take your meaning there.
River: I'm not on the ship. I'm in the ship. I am the ship.
Simon: River -
River: River's gone.
Jubal Early: Then who exactly are we talking to?
River: You're talking to "Serenity." And Early, "Serenity" is very unhappy.
[River's voice is gone]
Jubal Early: Where'd she go?
Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a spaceship. Don't look at me.
River: [as her brother tends to a woman in labor] What else do you think is in there?
Lawrence Dobson: Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?
Jayne: Gee, I never been in trouble with the Law before...
Lawrence Dobson: Not like this you haven't. You think this is just a smuggling rap? The package that boy is carrying...
Jayne: It's a girl. Cute, too, but I don't think she's all there. 'Course, not all of her has to be...
Lawrence Dobson: That girl is a precious commodity. They'll come after her. Long after you bury me they'll be coming.
Jayne: I ain't gonna kill you, Dobson - what's your first name?
Lawrence Dobson: Laurence.
Jayne: [smiles] Laurence... No, I'm just gonna cut on ya' til you tell me how much they know.
Lawrence Dobson: [panicked] They know everything. Every name, every record - they know how many... nose hairs you've got.
Jayne: [stops] Oh, see - they don't know a damn thing. It's all over your face and I ain't even... I was gonna get me a ear, too. Aren't you an officer of the law? Well don't they teach you how to withstand interrogation? Can't even tell a damn lie.
Lawrence Dobson: Okay. I can see you're not an idiot
Jayne: Wish I could say the same, Laurence, but this is disappointing as hell.
Lawrence Dobson: Let me speak a language you will understand. Money. This girl is worth a lot of money. I mean a lot. You kill me, there's nothing. But you help me out, you'll have enough to buy your own ship. A better one than this piece of crap.
Jayne: [quietly] Does helping you out mean turning on the Captain?
Lawrence Dobson: Yes, it does.
[Mal searches Saffron for weapons. Saffron smiles like she's enjoying it]
Saffron: You missed a spot.
Mal: [shoves Saffron away] Can't miss a spot you've never been.
Mal: Let me show you the rest of her, and try to see past what she is and onto what she can be.
Zoë: What's that, sir?
Mal: Freedom is what.
Zoë: I meant, what's *that*?
Mal: Oh, just step around that. I think something must have been living in here.
River: She understands, but she doesn't comprehend.
Jubal Early: You ever been raped?
[Kaylee looks at him in shock]
Kaylee: The captain is right down that hallway he can hear you -
Jubal Early: The captain's locked in his quarters. They all are. There's nobody can help you. Say it.
[she begins to cry]
Kaylee: There's - there's nobody can help me.
Jubal Early: I'm gonna tie you up now. And you know what I'm gonna do then?
[shakes her head]
Jubal Early: I'm gonna give you a present. Get rid of a problem you've got. And I won't touch you in any wrong fashion, nor hurt you at all - unless you make some kind of ruckus. You throw a monkey wrench into my dealings in any way - your body is forfeit. Ain't nothing but a body to me. And I can find all unseemly manner of use for it.
Simon: I don't think my last act in this verse is gonna be betraying my sister.
Jubal Early: You're gonna help me. 'Cause every second you're with me is a chance to turn the tables on me, get the better of me. Maybe you'll find your moment. Maybe I'll slip. Or, you refuse to help me, I shoot your brain out, and I go upstairs and spend some time violating the little mechanic I got trussed up in the engine room. I take no pleasure in the thought, but she will die, weeping, if you cross me.
Simon: You're out of your mind.
Jubal Early: That's between me and my mind. Let's start with these rooms.
Jubal Early: Man is stronger than woman by far, yet only woman can create a child. Does that seem right to you?
Simon: Well, my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood.
Guy on Planet: [drunk] Hey, you gonna toast Unification day with me? Six years today, the Alliance sent the Browcoats runnin', pissin' their pants... You know, your coat is kinda a brownish color.
Mal: It was on sale.
Guy on Planet: You didn't toast? Y'know, I'm thinkin' you're one o' them In'apendants...
Mal: And I'm thinking you weren't burdened with an overabundance of schoolin', so why don't we just ignore each other 'til we go away.
Guy on Planet: ...the Independants were a bunch o' cowardly inbred pisspots, should'a been killed off o' every world spinnin'.
Mal: [puts down drink] Say that to my face.
Guy on Planet: [threateningly] I said you're a coward and a pisspot. Now what're you gonna do about it?
Mal: [smiles suddenly] Nothing. I just wanted you to face me so she could get behind you.
[Guy on Planet turns, and Zoë hits him in the face with the butt of her gun]
Mal: Drunks are so cute.
Mal: Hell, this job I would pull for free.
Zoë: Then can I have your share?
Mal: No.
Zoë: If you die, can I have your share?
Mal: Yes.
Jayne: Time for some thrilling heroics.
Mal: Can't get paid if you're dead.
Jayne: Can't get paid if you crawl away like a bitty little bug neither. I got a share of this job. Ten percent of nothin' is, let me do the math here... nothin' and a nothin', carry the nothin'...
Mal: Let me make this abundantly clear. I do the job, and then I get paid.
Patience: [points a shotgun at Mal] Mal, don't you take another step!
Mal: [shoots the horse Patience is hiding behind, which traps her, then points his gun right between her eyes] Now I did a job, and I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words as regard to my character, so let me make this abundantly clear.
Mal: [takes the money from Patience] I do the job,... and then I get paid. Go run your little world.
Book: A government is a body of people usually notably ungoverned.
Zoë: If they board us, they'll rape us to death, eat our flesh and sew our skin to their clothes. And if we're very, very lucky, they'll do it in that order.
Mal: You know, they tell ya to never hit a man with a closed fist but it is, on occasion, hilarious.
Kaylee: We tried to get him into the infirmary, he's just... heavy.
[Jayne is trying to trade his favorite gun for Mal's new wife]
Mal: She's a human being. She has a name.
Jayne: So is this. I call her Vera.
Book: If you take sexual advantage of that girl, you're going to burn in a very special level of Hell, a level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
[comforting Mal's new wife]
Kaylee: Oh, don't worry honey, he makes everybody cry. He's like a monster.
Mal Reynolds: [desperately] I am not a monster.
[another first season opening credits narration]
Mal: Here's how it is: Earth got used up, so we terraformed a whole new galaxy of Earths, some rich and flush with new technologies, some not so much. Central Planets, them was formed the Alliance, waged war to bring everyone under their rule; a few idiots tried to fight it, among them myself. I'm Malcolm Reynolds, captain of the Serenity. Got a good crew: fighters, pilot, mechanic. We even picked up a preacher, and a bona fide companion. There's a doctor, too, rescued his genius sister from some Alliance camp, so they're keeping a low profile. You got a job, we can do it, don't much care what it is.
Zoë: Next time we smuggle stock, let's make it something smaller.
Wash: Yeah, we should start dealing in those black market beagles.
River: Little soul, big world. Eat, sleep, and eat. Many souls.
Mal: Cattle on the ship three weeks, she don't go near 'em. Suddenly we're on Jianying, and she's got a driving need to commune with the beasts?
River: They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see sky, and they remember what they are.
Mal: Is it bad that what she said makes perfect sense to me?
Inara: Does it seem every supply store on every border planet has the same five rag dolls and the same wood carvings of... what is this, a duck?
[flipping through Simon's journal]
Jayne: "Dear diary: Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy. Today we were kidnapped by hill folk, never to be seen again. It was the best day ever."
Zoë: Captain'll come up with a plan.
Kaylee: Well, that's good... right?
Zoë: Possibly you're not recalling some of his previous plans.
Mal: Well look at this. 'Pears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just.
Mal: Looks like we got here just in time! Now what does that make us?
Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir!
Mal: Ain't we just?
Wash: Behold... this land. And we shall call it
Wash: "this land."
Wash: Maybe we should call it, "your grave!"
Wash: Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Mal: There's over 70 earths in this verse, and the meek have inherited not a one.
Kaylee: How was your checkup?
Inara: The same as last year. What's going on here?
Kaylee: Well, let's see. We killed Simon and River, stole a bunch of medicine, and now the Captain and Zoë are off springin' the others who got snatched by the feds. Oh, here they are now.
Wash: Could you please tell my wife the fun she's missing out on?
Inara: Ariel's a nice place, actually. There are some beautiful museums, not to mention some of the finest restaurants in the Core.
Wash: But... not boring, like she made it sound.
Wash: So... two days in a hospital. That's awful. Don't you just hate doctors?
Simon: Hey.
Wash: I mean, present company excluded.
Jayne: Let's not be excluding people. That'd be rude.
[after slashing Jayne with a knife]
River: He looks better in red.
[at a scrap yard]
Kaylee: Figures - first time in the Core, and what do I get to do? Dig through trash. Why couldn't he send me shopping at the Tri-plex, or... Ooh! Synchronizers!
Agent McGinnis: Sit down.
Simon: What's going to happen to us?
Agent McGinnis: I said, sit down.
Simon: Agent McGinnis... I'm certain you're working under a supervisor who's keeping close tabs on this case. I'm certain of that because important people don't do fieldwork. I'm also quite certain your supervisor wants me and my sister alive. Now, I'm not going to move from this spot until one of two things happens: You answer my very simple question, or you shoot me.
Agent McGinnis: [coldly] We are transferring you to a holding area until you can be retrieved.
Simon: Retrieved? By whom?
Agent McGinnis: People who want you alive. People not me.
Mal: The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.
Zoë: Shepard, isn't the Bible kind of specific about killing?
Book: Very specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzy around the area of kneecaps.
[repeated throughout the episode "War Stories"]
Jayne: I'll be in my bunk.
River: No power in the 'verse can stop me.
[Zoë has made soup for Wash, and sets it on the table for him]
Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoë: [kisses the top of his head] Yes, dear. You done good. But this is a one time thing, so I suggest you savor it.
Mal: [Mal enters dining area] Did you tell her?
Wash: [looks up warily] Tell her what?
Mal: [to Zoë] Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really.
Wash: [looking a bit panicky] What? Mal, come on...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make it a fair fight for your womanly affections...
Wash: No! That was just the torture talking...
[looking up at Zoë pleading]
Wash: Remember? The torture?
Mal: [walks to Zoë, takes one of her hands and places it on his hip, then with his other hand, moves some hair off her shoulder, sporting a deadpan expression] Private, it's a difficult mission - but you and I have to get it on.
Zoë: [looks at Wash who is struggling to get to his feet, then looks back at Mal and puts her free hand on his shoulder. Also with a deadpan expression] I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: [Jayne who has just begun to enter the dining hall, hearing this looks up with a very uncomfortable look on his face] Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettlin'.
Wash: [as Mal and Zoë get closer to kiss - looking like two teenagers on their first date, Wash steps in grabs Zoë's arm and pulls her to the door of the dining hall] We'll be in our bunk.
Bandit: [robbing a couple on a floating wagon] You gonna give us what's due us and every damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe you gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the missus.
Jayne: Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.
Mal: [in disguise in a dress and large bonnet] How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?
Jayne: If I could make you prettier, I would.
Mal: [gasps] You are not the man I met a year ago.
[Mal and Jayne pull their guns on the unsuspecting bandits]
Mal: Now think real hard. You've been birddoggin' this township a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal I swear by my pretty floral bonnet I will end you.
Inara: So, explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress?
Mal: Tactics, woman. Needed her in the back. Besides, those soft cotton dresses feel kinda nice. There's a whole airflow.
Inara: And you'd know that because...?
Mal: You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.
Mal: [Mal and Wash are being tortured] You know me and Zoe got a history - and I figure you gotta be asking yourself some fairly fundamental questions about the nature of that history...
Wash: [laughing weakly to himself as if he's not buying it] You never slept with my wife.
Mal: You know that for a fact, do you? You ever ask her?
[they get electrocuted again, Mal keeps after Wash]
Mal: We were together good long time before you come around, Wash. And she is a damn fine lookin' woman.
Wash: [weakly] Never happened... know how I know?
Mal: How. Tell me, Wash.
Wash: The whole "captain" thing isn't Zoe's trouble. It's the guy-she-never-slept-with thing. Hell, Mal - I wish you had slept with her! Then at least she'd be over it!
Mal: You *want* me to sleep with her? That make you feel better?
Wash: It might!
Mal: Imagine it'd do wonders for her, too.
Wash: Screw you!
Mal: Get in line!
[they get zapped again. Mel sees that Wash is fading]
Mal: Okay. Gonna do it, then. Wash? Wash! First thing, we get back - I'm taking your wife into my bed. Gonna get me a piece'a that...
[Wash's eyes snap open, and they both get zapped again]
Mal: Do you ever... wash a client's feet?
Inara: [sarcastically] It's my specialty.
Simon: I've never shot anyone before.
Book: I was there, son. I'm fairly sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
Zoë: I think this is something that the captain needs to do for himself...
Mal: No! No, it ain't!
Zoë: Oh...
Mal: Ah, the pitter-patter of little feet in combat boots... SHUT UP.
Wash: Yeah, but psychic? That sounds like science fiction.
Zoë: You live on a spaceship, dear.
Wash: So?
Jayne: So, like, never?
Book: Well, no.
Jayne: Not ever, never?
Book: Some orders allow shepherds to marry, but I follow a narrower path.
Jayne: But you still got the urge. They don't... cut it off or nothin'?
Book: No, I'm more or less intact. I just direct my energy elsewhere.
Jayne: You mean like masturbatin'?
Wash: Little River just gets more colorful by the moment. What'll she do next?
Zoë: Either blow us all up or rub soup in her hair. It's a toss-up.
Wash: I hope she does the soup thing. It's always a hoot, and we don't all die from it.
Jayne: Let's move this conversation in a not-Jayne's-fault direction.
[after River gets a hold of one of Jayne's guns]
Jayne: I didn't make her crazy. Hell, I didn't even want on the ship.
Mal: Is that the direction you want this conversation to go in?
Jayne: Just don't want to take a lashing for something I ain't the cause of.
Zoë: Where's River at now?
Mal: In her room, which I'm thinking we bolt from the outside from now on.
Wash: That's a little extreme, isn't it?
Jayne: Anyone remember her coming at me with a butcher's knife?
Wash: Wacky fun.
Jayne: You wanna go, little man?
Wash: Only if it's someplace with candlelight.
Zoë: Sir, I know she's unpredictable, but I don't think she'd harm anyone.
Jayne: Butcher's knife!
Zoë: Anyone we can't spare.
Simon: Captain, why did you come back for us?
Mal: You're on my crew.
Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back?
Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
Jayne: What are you taking this so personal for? It ain't like I ratted you out to the feds!
Mal: Oh, but you did, Jayne. You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me! But since that's a concept you can't seem to wrap your head around then you've got no place here! You did it to me, Jayne, and that's a fact.
Monty Reynolds: Damn you, Bridget. Damn you to Hades. You broke my heart in a million pieces. You made me love you and then you... I shaved my beard off for you, devil woman!
Atherton Wing: Get ready to starve. I'm going to see to it you never work again.
Inara: Actually, that's not how it works. You've just earned yourself a black mark in the client registry. No companion will every contract with you again.
Sir Warwick Harrow: That means you'll have to rely on your winning personality to get women. God help you.
Zoë: Sir, I know she's unpredictable, but I don't think she'd harm anyone.
Jayne: Butcher's knife.
Zoë: Anyone we can't spare.
Jayne: And if wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak.
Book: People like a man of God.
Mal: No, they don't. Men of God make people feel guilty and judged.
Badger: The situation is... fluid.
Jayne: The only fluid I see here is the puddle of piss refusing to pay our wage.
Mal: Wheel never stops turning, Badger.
Badger: That only matters to the people on the rim.
Mal: Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might want to see to that.
Simon: Are you out of your mind?
Mal: Just about.
Mal: Remember, you've only got to scare him.
Jayne: ... Pain is scary.
Mal: Just do it right.
Simon: So, finally a decent wound on this ship and I miss it.
Simon: I'm sorry.
Mal: Well you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. It happens.
Simon: Are you Alliance?
Simon: You're out of your mind.
Mal: You know, you ain't quite right.
River: It's a popular theory.
Book: I'd forgotten, you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist all lined up?
Simon: No... but I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.
Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before.
[off Mal's look]
Wash: Well, I was in a fire.
Wash: Actually, I was fired... from a fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself.
Zoë: We're getting him back.
Jayne: [staring at Mal's severed ear] What are we going to do, clone him?
Mal: Now all we need are a couple of patients.
Simon: Corpses, actually. For this to work River and I will have to be dead.
Jayne: I'm starting to like this plan.
Jayne: [drinking tea] This ain't bad.
Badger: There's a trick to it. Wood alcohol.
Mal: So now we're favored guests, treated to the finest in beverages that make you blind.
Inara: I am grateful, you know, for the ill-conceived and high-handed attempt to defend my honor although I didn't want you to.
Mal: Gracious as that is...
Mal: Ship like this, be with you until the day you die.
Zoë: That's because it's a deathtrap.
Mal: Looks can be deceiving.
Jayne: Not as deceiving as a low down, dirty... deceiver.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?
Zoë: It had a kinda poetry to it.
Jayne: Now, Inara, she's gotta have some funny whorin' stories.
Inara: Oh, do I ever. Funny and sexy. You have no idea. And you never will.
Kaylee: Don't you just love this party? Everything's so fancy, and there's some kind of hot cheese over there.
Sir Warrick Harrow: I know Badger and I think he's a psychotic lowlife.
Mal: And I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community.
Jayne: What we need is a diversion. I say Zoe gets nekked.
Wash: No.
Jayne: ... I could get nekked.
Zoë: No.
Wash: No!
Jayne: Are you saying River's a witch?
Wash: Yes, Jayne, she's a witch. She's had congress with the Beast.
Jayne: She's in Congress?
Wash: How did your brain even learn human speech? I just get so curious!
Inara: It sounds like something this crew can handle. I can't guarantee they'll handle it particularly well.
Nandi: If they've got guns and brains at all...
Inara: They've got guns.
Jayne: Don't see much point getting involved in other people's troubles without an up-front price negotiation.
Zoë: As I said, no-one's forcing you to go. This job is purely speculative.
Jayne: Good. Don't know these people, don't much care to.
Mal: They're whores.
Jayne: I'm in.
Simon: What happened in here?
Jayne: Needed to find some tape.
Simon: So you had to tear my infirmary apart?
Jayne: Apparently.
Simon: You're in a dangerous line of work, Jayne. Odds are you'll be under my knife again. Often. So I want you to understand one thing very clearly: No matter what you do or say or plot, no matter how you come down on us, I will never, ever harm you. You're on this table, you're safe... because I'm your medic. No matter how little we may like or trust each other, we're on the same crew. Got the same troubles, same enemies - and more than enough of both. We could circle each other and growl, sleep with one eye open, but that thought wearies me. Now I don't care what you've done, and I don't know what you're planning on doing, but I'm trusting you. I think you should do the same. Because I don't see this working any other way.
River: Also, I can kill you with my brain.
River: [as her brother tends to a woman in labor] What do you think is in there?
[after the mudder leaps in front of the shotgun blast that was meant for Jayne]
Jayne: Don't make no sense. -beat- wh-Why the hell'd that mudder go an do that for, Mal? Jumpin' in front a' that shotgun blast. Hell weren't a one of them understood what happened out there - hell, they're probably stickin' that statue right back up.
Mal: Most like.
Jayne: I don't know why that eats at me so...
Mal: It's my estimation that every man ever got a'statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another. Ain't about you, Jayne. 'Bout what they need.
Jayne: Don't make no sense.
[Jayne spits on knife sharpening stone]
Simon: Could you not do that while we're - ever?
[Jayne spits on stone again]
opening song: Take my love, take my land / Take me where I cannot stand / I don't care, I'm still free / You can't take the sky from me / Take me out to the black / Tell 'em I ain't comin' back / Burn the land and boil the sea / You can't take the sky from me / There's no place I can be / Since I found serenity / But you can't take the sky from me
Jayne: Mal! Looks like we got us some imminent violence!
Sir Warwick Harrow: You didn't have to wound that man.
Mal: Yeah, I know, it was just funny.
Zoë: If I'm gonna wear a dress, I want something with some slink.
Wash: You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?
Jayne: I'll chip in.
Zoë: I can hurt you.
Mal: Okay, help me find our man. He's supposed to be older, kind of stocky. Wears a red sash crossways.
Kaylee: Why does he do that?
Mal: Maybe he won the Miss Persephone pageant. Just help me look!
Kaylee: Is that him?
Mal: That's the buffet table.
Kaylee: Well, how can we be sure... unless we question it?
[smiles widely]
Mal: You could've gotten off with the shepherd for some meditation at the Bathgate Abbey. Could'a been meditating on the wonders o' your rock garden by now.
Jayne: Beats just sittin'.
Wash: It *is* just sitting.
[standing over his wounded opponent, refusing to kill him]
Mal: You know, they say mercy is the mark of a great man.
[stabs the man]
Mal: Guess I'm just a good man.
[stabs him again]
Mal: Well, I'm all right.
Jayne: [to Simon] Little Kaylee here just wishes you was a gynecologist.
[Jayne laughs]
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...
Mal: Walk away from this table. Right now.
[Jayne loads his plate with food and leaves]
Simon: What do you pay him for?
Mal: What?
Simon: I was just wondering what his job is - on the ship.
Mal: Public relations.
[Simon prepares some bad rice]
River: I don't want it.
Simon: River, you have to eat. It's good. It tastes like...
[Simon samples rice and grimaces]
Simon: It's good.
Jayne: It smells like crotch.
Jayne: Well, as a rule, I say girlfolk ain't to be trusted.
River: Jayne is a girl's name.
Jayne: Well, Jayne ain't a girl! If she starts in on that girl's name thing, I'll show her good and all I got man parts.
Simon: I'm trying to think of a way for you to be cruder. I just... It's not coming.
Mal: Yep. That went well.
Inara: You call this going well?
Mal: We got the loot didn't we?
Inara: Yes, but...
Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem?
Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere or the part where you have no clothes?
Simon: [after Kaylee is shot] Kaylee, can you move your feet?
Kaylee: Are you asking me to dance?
Jayne: Far as I see it, you people been given the shortest end of the stick ever been offered a human soul in this crap-heel 'verse. But you took that end, and you - well, you took it. And that's - Well, I guess that's somethin'.
Mal: Which one you figure tracked us?
Zoë: The ugly one, sir.
Mal: Could you be more specific?
[on merchandise they've just stolen]
Wash: I'd say worth a little risk.
Jayne: Yeah, that was some pretty risky sittin' ya did there.
Wash: That's right, of course. Because they wouldn't arrest me if we got boarded. I'm just the pilot. I could always say that I was flying the ship by accident.
Commander Harken: For some the war'll never be over. I notice your ship's called Serenity. You were stationed on Hera at the end of the war. Battle of Serenity Valley took place there, if I recall.
Captain Reynolds: You know, I believe you might be right.
Commander Harken: Independents suffered a pretty crushing defeat there. Some say after Serenity, the Browncoats were through. That the war really ended in that valley.
Captain Reynolds: Hmmm.
Commander Harken: Seems odd you'd name your ship after a battle you were on the wrong side of.
Captain Reynolds: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
Jayne: Whoo! My John Thomas is about to pop off and fly around the room, there's so much tasty in here.
Wash: Would be you'd get your most poetical about your pecker.
Kaylee: Everyone's got somebody. Wash, tell me I'm pretty.
Wash: Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion.
Kaylee: 'Cause I'm pretty?
Wash: 'Cause you're pretty.
Mal: Oh, I'm gonna go to the special hell.
Mal: [about Saffron] You would have kissed her too.
Zoë: Wash didn't.
Mal: But she was naked and all... articulate!
Wash: Okay! Everybody not talking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere.
Jayne: Mm. They call it mudder's milk. All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma's best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol.
Wash: It's horrific.
Simon: Worked for the Egyptians.
Wash: We gotta go to the crappy town where I'm a hero.
Mal: One of you is gonna fall and die and I'm not cleaning it up.
Mal: [about cattle] You know, they walk just as easy if you lead 'em.
Jayne: I like smackin' 'em.
Book: What are we up to, sweetheart?
River: Fixing your Bible.
Book: I, um... what?
River: Bible's broken. Contradictions, false logics. Doesn't make sense.
Jayne: Hey, you know, we'd have been back first, except there's somethin' wrong with Inara's shuttle. She done somethin' to it, Mal. It smells funny.
Inara: I told you, that's incense.
Jayne: So you say.
Mal: [Mal shudders as he is shocked back to life] Mhh!
Niska: [sing-songie] Mr. Reynolds...
Mal: [moans] ...
Niska: You died, Mr. Reynolds.
Mal: ... Seemed like the thing to do...
Niska: When you die, I can't hurt you any more. And I want two days at least, minimum.
Lieutenant Womack: [to Jayne] That hat makes you look like an idiot.
Wash: But these apples are healthsome and good.
Jayne: Yeah, grenades cost extra.
Jayne: [about his mother's homemade hat] How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?
Jayne: Well, I don't like the idea of someone hearing what I'm thinking.
Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
Simon: Come on out, River. The nice man wants to kidnap you.
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can. How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?
Captain Reynolds: You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once. If I ever kill you you'll be awake. You'll be facing me. And you'll be armed.
Jayne: [over radio] Oh, now, girl, that is just plain dirty.
Mal: [into radio] Jayne, you are aware your radio's transmittin'? 'Cause I don't feel particularly girlish or dirty at the moment.
Zoë: [about Serenity, on first seeing her] You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
River: [after Simon looks at her to see if they found out his birthday from her] "Day" is a vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. It's not applicable... I didn't get you anything.
River: The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds, given adequate vacuuming systems.
Mal: See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with. Long as she does it quiet-like.
[Inara is teaching Mal how to fence; Mal just missed and got smacked on the behind]
Inara: How did I avoid that?
Mal: By being fast like a freak?
Inara: You have a strange sense of nobility Captain. You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore but you keep calling me one to my face.
Mal: I might not show respect for your job, but he didn't respect *you*. That's the difference. Inara, he doesn't even see you.
Inara: Well, I guess death will solve the issue to everyone's satisfaction.
Murphy: What a vision you are in your fine dress. It must have taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to get you into that getup. 'Course your daddy tells me it takes the space of a schoolboy's wink to get you out of it again.
Kaylee: [to the ship] That's my girl. That's my good girl.
Kaylee: You are a nice man, Captain. You're always looking after us... you just gotta have faith in people.
Kaylee: You're gonna come with us.
Book: 'Scuse me?
Kaylee: You like ships. You don't seem to be looking at the destination, what you care about is the ships. And mine's the nicest.
Book: She don't look like much.
Kaylee: Oh, she'll fool you.
Kaylee: How come you don't care where you're going?
Book: 'Cause how you get there is the worthier part.
Mal: We take it to Whitefall, maybe talk to Patience.
Zoë: Sir, we don't want to deal with Patience again.
Mal: Why not?
Zoë: She shot you.
Mal: Well, yeah, she did a bit.
Kaylee: Jayne, open the port jet control.
[nods towards it]
Kaylee: Cut the hydraulics.
Jayne: [looks around] Where the hell is it?
Kaylee: [points] Look! Look! Look where I'm pointing!
Zoë: [to Mal] Sir, I'd like you to take the helm please.
[looks at Wash]
Zoë: I need this man to tear all my clothes off.
Wash: Work, work, work...
Saffron: Five days... we'll be together?
Mal: We'll be together on the ship... but not in any...
Saffron: That's fine.
Wash: [to Mal, about his "wife"] Did she really make fresh bao?
Zoë: You know that sex we were planning to have ever again?
Zoë: If she can fly this thing why'd she take the shuttle?
Wash: Maybe she likes shuttles.
[off everyone's looks]
Wash: Some people juggle geese!
Kaylee: It was your makeout session that got us into this, sir.
Mal: I was poisoned!
Inara: You were drugged.
Jayne: That's why I never kiss 'em on the mouth.
Inara: [about Saffron] She tried to seduce me too.
Mal: Really? Did she - with - did you...?
Inara: You don't play a player, Mal.
Jayne: [to his gun] See Vera? Dress yourself up, you get taken out somewhere fun.
Monty Reynolds: [to Mal] I want you to meet my Bridget.
["Bridget" walks out... and she is Saffron. She and Mal instantly pull guns on each other]
Monty Reynolds: So... you guys have met?
Saffron: How'd you find me?
Mal: Only a couple places that shuttle would make it to from where you left... happy to find it intact.
Saffron: You're quite a man, Malcolm Reynolds.
Saffron: I've been waiting a long time for someone good enough to take me down.
Mal: Saffron, you even think about playing me again I will riddle you with holes.
Saffron: Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Mal: Don't worry... this is all part of our new plan!
Kaylee: Captain, how exactly is this...
Mal: Still working out the details.
Mal: You are very much lacking in imagination.
Zoë: I imagine that's so, sir.
Inara: What was the last cargo we snuck past the alliance in a transport?
Mal: That was...
Inara: What was the cargo?
Mal: [pauses] They were dolls.
Inara: They were little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled!
Mal: Hey, people *loved* those!
Durran Haymer: How long have you been with him?
Mal: Uff... We are not together.
Saffron: He's my husband.
Mal: Well, who in the damn galaxy ain't?
[Sheriff Bourne has caught Mal returning stolen medicine to a plague-stricken town]
Sheriff Bourne: You were truthful back in town. These are tough times. If a man can get a job, he might not look too close at what that job is. But a man learns all the details of a situation like ours, well, then he as a choice.
Mal: I don't believe he does.
Zoë: [about Saffron and her plan] But Inara ain't wrong. She can't be trusted.
Mal: I ain't asking you to trust her. I'll be with her on the inside the whole time.
Saffron: See there? All you gotta do to be a rich woman hon', is get over it.
Zoë: [smiles back] Okay.
[punches Saffron in the face]
Zoë: I'm in.
Durran Haymer: [finding out his wife is a traitor] Well, I appreciate your honesty. Not, y'know, a lot.
Simon: And your eyes...
Kaylee: Yeah, eyes, yeah.
Kaylee: Look, they got boy whores.
Kaylee: Isn't that thoughtful?
[Kaylee opens wooden box filled with strawberries]
Kaylee: Ooooh, grandpa!
Book: I never married.
Mal: This is my first mate, Zoe. I'll introduce you to the rest later. They're good folk.
Jayne: Can I start getting sexed already?
Mal: Well, that one's kind of horrific.
River: My food is problematic.
Mal: [Mal is in the process of rescuing Simon from being burned at the stake] Gotta say, Doctor, your talent for alienating folks is near miraculous.
Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
Jayne: What'd y'all order a dead guy for?
Mal: We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so... very... pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Jayne: [Jayne, himself a tough guy, describing a mobster's goons] These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me.
Mal: [standing naked in the desert, watching his stolen shuttle fly by] Aaaww, you dirty, dirty whore!
Mal: [watches shuttle in the distance] That's right! You better run!
Mal: One of those will feed a family for a month. Longer if they don't like their kids too well.
Saffron: I do know my bible, sir. On the night of their betrothal, the wife shall open to the man as the furrow to the plow, and he shall work in her, in and again till she bring him to his fall, and rest him then upon the sweat of her breast.
Mal: Whoa. Good bible.
Mal Reynolds: If anyone gets nosy just, you know, shoot 'em.
Zoë: Shoot 'em?
Mal Reynolds: Politely.
Mal: How about I keep out of your whoring -
Inara: Well, that didn't take long -
Mal: And you keep out of my thieving?
Mal: Petty?
Inara: I didn't mean petty.
Mal: So what did you mean?
Inara: Suoxi?
Mal: That's Chinese for petty.
Jayne: She'll turn you in before you can say..."Don't turn me in, lady."
Patron: [River is about to be burned at the stake] This is a holy cleansing. You cannot think to thwart God's will.
Captain Reynolds: Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? I'm not saying you weren't easy to find, but it was kind of out of our way and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's looking to kill some folk, so really it's his will y'all should be worried about thwarting.
Captain Reynolds: [about River] Cut her down.
Patron: She's a witch!
Captain Reynolds: Yeah, but she's our witch.
[cocks shotgun and aims at Town Patron]
Captain Reynolds: So cut her the hell down.
Patience: Didn't expect to be hearing from you any time soon.
Mal Reynolds: Well, we may not have parted on best terms. I realize certain words were exchanged, also certain bullets.
Mal: [about River] She's a mite whimsical in the brainpan.
Zoë: Stop it, Jayne, you're scaring the women.
Mal: If someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back!
Kaylee: [about Simon's birthday cake] I wasn't able to get hold of no flour, so it's mostly protein. In fact, it's pretty much what we just ate for dinner.
[everyone laughs]
Kaylee: But I did try to get the frosting as chocolatey as possible.
Mal: In case that happens it means he's the fellow who killed me and I don't like the fellow who kills me, not in general.
Inara: Are you in pain?
Mal: Absolutely, I got stabbed you know, right here.
[lifts shirt to show a bloodstained bandage on side of abdomen]
Inara: I saw.
Mal: I don't care much for fancy parties. Too rough.
Inara: It wasn't entirely a disaster.
Mal: [lifts his shirt again] I got stabbed. Right here.
Mal: It's good to have cargo. Makes us a target for every other scavenger out here of course, but sometimes that's fun too.
Mal: If I want a lot of medical jargon I'll talk to a doctor.
Simon: You are talking to a doctor.
Mal: We're deep in space, corner of No and Where.
Mal: Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I *will* end you.
Simon: So, what are we doing?
Kaylee: [looks up] Oh, crime.
Simon: Crime? Good! Okay! Crime.
Kaylee: It's a train heist. See we fly over the train car, the captain and Zoë sneak in, we lower Jayne onto the car, and they bugle up the booty, and then we haul them all back up. Easy as lyin'.
Simon: So you have done this before?
Kaylee: [laughs] Oh, hell no.
Kaylee: But I think it's gonna work.
Zoë: I know something ain't right.
Wash: Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
Mal: [after being told that use of a sword will be provided for a duel] Use of a s-what?
Magistrate Higgins: I brought you here to bed my son, not throw him a tea party.
[Simon sees a statue of Jayne and realizes the town they are in idolizes him as a hero]
Simon: This must be what going mad feels like.
[later, after listening to a song about Jayne being a hero]
Simon: No, this must be what going mad feels like.
[River is hiding after seeing Shepherd Book without his hair tied back]
River: If the snow on the roof is too heavy, you see, the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.
Book: River, please, why don't you come on out?
River: No! Can't. Too much hair.
[calling his new wife]
Mal: Hello? Woman-person?
Mal: [about Mal's new wife] I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume that I'm an evil lecherous hump.
Zoë: Nobody's saying that, sir.
Wash: Yeah, we're pretty much just giving each other significant looks and laughing incessantly.
Tracey: If you can't run, you crawl, and if you can't do that...
Zoë: You find someone to carry you.
River: Keep walkin', preacher man.
River: I took these out of your symbol and they became paper, and I wanted to put them back
Mal: They don't like it when you shoot at them. I worked that one out myself.
Jayne: Saint Jayne. It's got a ring to it.
Book: I'm just trying to remember how many miracles you've performed.
Jayne: I once hit a guy in the neck from 500 yards with a bent scope. Don't that count upstairs?
Book: Oh, it'll be taken into consideration.
Jayne: You made that sound kind of ominous.
[Jayne takes out Crow with leg shot]
Mal: Nice shot!
Jayne: [sitting on the floor, drugged] I was aiming for his head.
Inara: Mal, you don't have to die alone.
Mal: Everybody dies alone.
Mal: Okay, um, I'm lost. Uh, I'm angry and I'm armed...
[walking in on Saffron pointing a gun at Mal, who is standing there holding Durran's historical laser pistol artifact]
Durran Haymer: Now I'm intruding.
Saffron: Durran, this isn't what it looks like.
Mal: Unless it looks like we're stealing your priceless Lassiter, 'cause, that's what we're doin'. Don't ask me 'bout the gun, though, 'cause that's new.
Durran Haymer: Well, I appreciate your honesty. Not, you know, a lot, but...
Mal: I'd estimate his chances were one in a very large number.
Badger: He won't deal with me direct. He's taken an irrational dislike.
Jayne: What happened, he see your face?
Badger: 'course, you couldn't buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle, but I got my hands on a couple.
[Mal and Jayne struggle not to laugh]
Badger: Of invites!
Gabriel Tam: Are you trying to destroy this family?
Simon: I didn't realize it would be so easy.
Wash: [Wash being seduced by Safron] I wish I was somebody else right now, somebody not... married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinky.

serenity (the movie)

Mal: "What was that?"
Wash: "Did you see that?"
Mal: "Was that the primary buffer panel?"
Wash: "Did seem to resem-"
Mal: "Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my gorram ship for no apparent reason?!"

Wash: "Yeah well, if she doesn't give us some extra flow from the engine room to offset the burn through, this landing is gonna get pretty interesting."
Mal: "Define interesting."
Wash: "Oh god oh god we're all gonna die?"
Mal: "This is the captain. We have a...little problem with our engine sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence and then...explode."

Mal: "Yeah well, just get us on the ground."
Wash: "That part will happen pretty definitely."

Jayne: "We're gonna explode? I don't wanna explode."
Mal: "Jayne, how many weapons you plannin' on takin'? You only got the two arms."
Jayne: "Well I just excitable as to choice, like to have my options open."
Mal: "I don't plan on any shooting taking place during this job."
Jayne: "Yeah well, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar."

Zoe: "Those grenades?"
Jayne: "Yeah, Cap'n don't want 'em."
Zoe: "Jayne, we're robbing the place, we're not occupying 'em."

Mal: (ship shakes violently) "Kaylee, what in the spincter o' hell you playing at?"

Mal: "Fear's nothin' to be ashamed of, doctor."
Simon: "This isn't fear. This is anger."
Mal: "Well. Kinda hard to tell one from t'other, face like yours."
Simon: "Well I imagine if it were fear, my eyes would be wider."
Mal: "Hmm. I'll keep a look out for that next time."

Mal: "I look out for me and mine. That don't include you 'less I conjure it does. Now you stuck a thorn in the Alliance's paw -- that tickles me a bit. But it also means I gotta step twice as fast to avoid 'em, and that means turnin' down plenty of jobs. Even honest ones. Put this crew together with the promise of work, which the Alliance makes harder every year. Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well not be another. So here's us, on the raggedy edge."

Mal: "Hey little one. Understand your part in all this?"
River: "Do you?"
Mal: "This is what I do, darlin'. This is what I do."

Mal: "Quit fiddlin'. Have the boat run smooth when we get back."
Kaylee: "Have faith, Cap'n."
Mal: "Not today."

Simon: "Now River, stay behind the others. If there's fighting, you drop to the floor and run away." (stage whispers) "It's okay to leave them to die."

Mal: "Doctor, I'm taking your sister under my protection here. If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you, I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could be tears."

Jayne: "Shiny. Let's be bad guys."

Mal: "Y'all want to be lookin' very intently at your own bellybuttons. See a head start to rise, violence is going to ensue. Probably guessed we mean to be thievin' here but what we're after's not yours, so...let not have no undue fuss."

Zoe: (sliding gun barrel alongside security guard's face) "You know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed. You can look it up later."

Zoe: (on mostly empty safe) "At last. We can retire and give up this life of crime."

Mal: (to unseen guard in vault below) "Listen up! We're comin' down to empty that vault."
Guard: "You have to give me your authorization password." (Jayne points gun down the the stairwell and fires several rounds) "Okay."

Mal: (negotiating with guard where to shoot him) "The leg is good. It'll bleed plenty and we avoid any necessary organs."
Guard: "I was thinking more of a graze?"
Mal: "Well you don't want to look like you just gave up."

Mal: (on Reaver ship coming up behind) "Faster! Faster! Faster would be better!"

Jayne: "You shoot me if they take me!" (sees Mal's gun pointed at his leg) "Well don't shoot me first!"

Simon: "River!"
River: "I swallowed a bug."

Kaylee: (pushes aside severely injured Jayne, to Simon) "Are you okay?!"
Mal: (offended) "Is he okay?"

Simon: "Oh 'one simple job, she'll be fine'!"
Mal: "She is fine! 'Cept for still bein' crazy she's the picture of health!"

Mal: "Mule won't run with five. I shoulda dumped the girl, or you, or Jayne? Well, Jayne..."

Zoe: "Sir, I don't disagree on any particular point. It's a time of war, we would've never left a man stranded."
Mal: "Maybe that's why we lost."

Jayne: "I'll kill a man in a fair fight. Or if I think he's gonna start a fair fight. Or if he bothers me. Or if there's a woman. Or if I'm gettin' paid. Mostly when I'm gettin' paid."

Jayne: "Eating people alive? Where's that get fun?"

Kaylee: (clearly upset) "Don't talk to the barkers, talk to the captains. Look the captain in the eye, know who you're dealin' with."
Simon: "I wish there was-" (Mal brushes past, glares)
Kaylee: "Shouldna be so clean. It's a dead giveaway you don't belong, you always gotta be tidy. Don't pay anybody in advance. And don't ride in anything with a Capasan-38 engine, they fall right outta the sky."

Mal: "Kaylee, this is a place of business. We can talk about Simon-"
Kaylee: "When he's four worlds away? Or the Alliance gets ahold of him and River?"
Mal: "That ain't my worry. I gotta finish this job, get us another one. Can't do that carryin' those two."
Kaylee: "How can you be so cold?"
Zoe: "Cap'n didn't make them fugitives."
Kaylee: "But he coulda made 'em family. 'stead of keepin' Simon from seein' I was there. And I carried such a torch! And we coulda...goin' on a year now and I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries!"
Mal: (horrified) "Oh God! I can't know that!"
Jayne: "I could stand to hear more."

Mal: "Fanti. Mingo."
Mingo: "He's Mingo"
Mal: "He's Fanti, you're Mingo."
Mingo: "How is it you always know?"
Mal: "Fanti's prettier."

Wash: "Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a ninety-pound girl, 'cause I don't think that's ever gettin' old."

Simon: "It's a phrase, that makes her fall asleep. If I speak the words 'eta chora-"
Jayne: (jumps out of his chair) "Don't say it!"
Zoe: "It only works on her, Jayne."
Jayne: "Well now I know that."

Jayne: "No, not now that she's a...a killer woman, we oughtta be bringin' her tea and dumplings!"

Mal: "It's of interest to me, how much you seem to know about that world."
Book: "Wasn't born a Shepherd, Mal."
Mal: "You'll have to tell me about that sometime."
Book: "No. I don't."

Wash: "Inara...nice to see her again."
Zoe: (beat) "So...trap?"
Mal: "Trap."
Zoe: "We goin' in?"
Mal: "Ain't but a few hours out."
Wash: (confused) "Yeah, but...remember the part where it's a trap?"
Mal: "If that's the case then Inara's already caught in it. She wouldn't set us up willin'. Might be we get a shot at seein' who's turnin' these wheels. We go in."
Kaylee: "But how can you be sure Inara don't just wanna see you? Sometimes people have feelings. I'm referring here to people."
Mal: "Y'all were watchin', I take it?"
Kaylee: (everyone looks guilty) "Yes."
Mal: "Did you see us fight?"
Kaylee: "No."
Mal: "Trap."

Mal: "Zoe, ship is yours. Remember: if anything happens to me, if you don't hear from me within the hour, you take the ship -- and you come and you rescue me."
Zoe: "What? Risk my ship?"

Mal: (kneeling at altar, in disguise) "Dear Buddha: please bring me a pony, and a plastic rocket-"
Inara: "Mal, what are you doing here?!"
Mal: "Well, you invited me."
Inara: "I never thought for a second you'd be stupid enough to come!"
Mal: "Well that makes you kind of a tease, doesn't it?"

Operative: "I have to say, Captain: I'm impressed that you would come for her yourself. And that you would make it this that outfit."

Operative: "I think you're beginning to understand how dangerous River Tam is."
Mal: "She is a mite unpredictable. Mood swings, of a sort."
Operative: "It's worse than you know."
Mal: "It usually is."

Operative: "That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. She is an albatross, Captain."
Mal: "Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it." (to Inara) "Yes, I've read a poem, try not to faint."

Operative: "I have a warship in deep orbit, Captain. We locked onto Serenity's pulse beacon the moment you hit atmo. I can speak a word and send a missile to that exact location inside of three minutes."
Mal: "You do that," (pulls out Serenity's pulse beacon) "you'd best make peace with your dear and fluffy Lord."

Mal: "I never credited the Alliance with an overabundance of brains, and if you're the best they've got-"
Operative: "Captain Reynolds, I should tell you, so that you don't waste your time: you can't make me angry."
Inara: "Please. Spend an hour with him."

Inara: "We have every reason to be afraid."
Jayne: "Why because this guy beat up Mal? That ain't so hard."

Inara: "Think maybe it poses some kind of threat to the Alliance?"
Wash: "Do we care? A-Are we caring about that?"

Jayne: "Oh yeah, hidin' up the Shepherd's skirts, that's a manful scheme."
Mal: "You wanna run this ship?!"
Jayne: "Yes!"
Mal: "Well can't!"

Simon: "We'll get off. River and I will get off at Haven-"
Kaylee: "Nobody's saying that."
Wash: "Nobody besides Jayne is saying that."

Mal: "Shouldn't've been you. Alliance shoulda hit us. Shoulda hit me."
Book: "That crossed my mind."

Book: "I killed the ship that...killed us. It's not very Christian of me."
Mal: "You did what's right."
Book: "Coming from you that means...almost nothing."

Jayne: "She is starting to damage my calm."

Mal: "So no more runnin'. I aim to misbehave."

Jayne: "Shepherd Book used to tell me, 'Can't do somethin' smart, do somethin' right'."

Zoe: "It's a fair bet the Alliance knows about Mr. Universe. They're gonna see this comin'."
Mal: "No. They're not gonna see this comin'."

Operative: "Target the the everyone...somebody FIRE!"

Wash: "I'm a leaf on the how I soar."
Mal: (watching battle around them in grim satisfaction) "Chickens come home to roost."
Wash: (flying debris glances off ship's hull, rattling everyone) "It's okay...I-I'm a leaf on the wind."

Jayne: "Cap'n's right. Can't be thinkin' on revenge if we're gonna get through this."
Zoe: "Do you really think any of us are gonna get through this?"
Jayne: (looks around, anxious) "Well I might."

Mr. Universe (via his buffybot): "Mal. Guy killed me, Mal. He killed me with a sword. How weird is that?"

Simon: "My one regret in all of this, is never being with you."
Kaylee: "With me? You mean to"
Simon: "I mean to say."
Kaylee: "Hell with this...I'm gonna live!"

Mal: (pulling himself up after being shot) "Shot me in the back! Haven't made you angry, have I?"

Operative: "Do you really believe that?"
Mal: "I do."
Operative: "You willing to die for that belief?"
Mal: "I am." (pulls out his gun and shoots at the Operative repeatedly) "Course, that ain't exactly Plan A."

Zoe: "How much ammo do we have?"
Jayne: "Three full mags. And my swingin' cod."

Operative: "Do you know what your sin is?"
Mal: "Aw hell. I'm a fan of all seven."

Operative: "You've done remarkable things. But you're fighting a war you've already lost."
Mal: "Yeah well, I'm known for that."

Mal: "Ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. Know what the first rule of flying is? Well I s'pose you do, since you already know what I'm 'bout to say."
River: "I do. But I like to hear you say it."
Mal: "Love. Can know all the math in the 'verse but take a boat in the air that you don't love? She'll shake you off just as sure as a turn in the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughtta fall down...tell you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens...makes her a home."


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A Joyful Journey To Christmas

(HT to Mickey's Funnies!)


By Dr. Michael A. Halleen

1. People.
Attend services and other events that celebrate the day, even if you are far from home. The journey is best taken in the company of others.

2. Tradition.
What "makes" Christmas for you? Handel's Messiah? A special ornament on the tree? For many, it's the food. (I can't imagine Christmas Eve without meatballs, rice pudding with an almond in it, lingonberries and root beer.) Some tell stories, some re-enact the stable scene. Honor your traditions — hold on to them. They add warmth to the journey.

3. Music.
Turn off the television and put on some of the great music of the season. This journey is along a road filled with singing. Let your voice be added to the chorus.

4. Generosity.
Obey any impulse to be generous, even to those who are not expecting generosity from you. "When in doubt, shell it out," one of my crazy uncles used to say, and he was right. Tip freely. Christmas is a time for liberality. It makes the journey to Bethlehem easier for others and more fun for you.

5. Healing.
Take the opportunity to restore a lost personal relationship, to mend a broken friendship. Take the initiative, without worrying about who was right or wrong in whatever it was that divided you. Get past it, and forgive. Best to travel light on this journey.

6. Discipline.
Keep your wits about you. Do everything in moderation, the Bible says, like eating, for example — or drinking — or driving. We can overextend ourselves in a hundred ways on this journey, thinking other people's joy somehow depends on us. In fact, we simply add hazards — for ourselves and others — on what is meant to be a road of peace and joy.

7. Smile.
Erase the frown of worry from your face for the season. Think about what children see when they look into your face, and consciously make it a smile. Determine that only kind words will come out of your mouth — no criticism, no complaints. Decide to let more love into your life — love for God, for God's children, for life itself. It was for them that that he came — and for you. Smiles carry us far on this journey.

Let's go to Bethlehem!

Copyright 2006 Dr. Michael A. Halleen. Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.


Sunday, December 17, 2006

The Dinner Train

My wife's bosses, in lieu of a company Christmas party at the office or at someone's home, took the whole office plus spouses on the Shasta Sunset Dinner Train.


What a night!

There are 5 cars; a gift shop, dance floor, dining car #1, kitchen/dining car #2, caboose, then the engine. You head out of McCloud, Ca. at the base of Mt. Shasta, head up the hill to the switchback, then back all the way around the base of the mountain to the city of Mt. Shasta, then back to the switchback, then back down into McCloud. Takes about 3 hours. We left around 6p and got back around 9p. The weather was clear and cold. Saw thousands of stars. The ground is lit from lights under the train and the scenery outside was wonderful!

We started out with various types of bread including a black bread that was more cake than bread. It was served with applesauce. My wife had a little bread with her applesauce! Appetizers were kalmatta olives, dates wrapped in bacon with an almond stuffed in the middle and bruscheta topped with feta and tomato in a oil and vinegar sauce.

Then came the Caesar salad. Not bad.

Then dinner. I ordered the Beef Wellington and I have never had meat that melted in my mouth. The reduction sauce was the perfect compliment. The carrots were shaved and drizzled with bernaise sauce. The mashed potatoes sported skin and were heavy with butter. Then came the dessert. Mint cheesecake or a stewed pear in amaretto sauce with an almond in the middle. I had the cheesecake as I'm not a big pear fan.

Didn't indulge in the wine or beer as I was driving home that night but they had a nice selection.

In the town of McCloud there is a mercantile store that has beers in it's cooler that I had only read about.

The wife and are thinking our next anniversary will be on the train and in the B&B next door.

Fun night!


Thursday, December 14, 2006

When God Speaks...

A message from God to His children:

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of you're predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth just, GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER. Now, having said that let Me go on.

If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can & may remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching explaining who I am in relation to you & what each of our tasks were. If you have forgot that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it.

1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff send out, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.

4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.

5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile it could make the difference. Also, you might consider supporting the local Hot-Line: they talk with people like that every day.

7. Instead of nitpicking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day, they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.

8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary, especially one who takes My love & good news to those who have never heard My name. You may already know someone like that.

9. Here's a good one. There are individuals & whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food & a few gifts & give them to the Marines, the Salvation Army or some other charity that believes in Me & they will make the delivery for you.

10. Finally if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

P.S. Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me & do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above & get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love - and remember...I LOVE YOU.


Monday, December 11, 2006


...I'm more conservative than liberal.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 90% Conservative, 10% Liberal
Social Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Ethics: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal


Friday, December 08, 2006

Christmas Shopping For Men

(HT to Mickey's Funnies)

Buying gifts for men is not nearly as complicated as it is for women. Follow these rules and you should have no problems.

Rule #1: When in doubt - buy him a cordless drill. It does not matter if he already has one. I have a friend who owns 17 and he has yet to complain. As a man, you can never have too many cordless drills. No one knows why.

Rule #2: If you cannot afford a cordless drill, buy him anything with the word ratchet or socket in it. Men love saying those two words. "Hey George, can I borrow your ratchet?" "OK. By the way, are you through with my 3/8-inch socket yet?" Again, no one knows why.

Rule #3: If you are really, really broke, buy him anything for his car, a 99 cent ice scraper, a small bottle of de-icer or something to hang from his rear view mirror. Men love gifts for their cars. No one knows why.

Rule #4: Never buy men bathrobes. Once I was told that if God had wanted men to wear bathrobes, he wouldn't have invented Jockey shorts.

Rule #5: You can buy men new remote controls to replace the ones they have worn out. If you have a lot of money buy your man a big-screen TV with the little picture in the corner. Watch him go wild as he flips, and flips, and flips.

Rule #6: Do not buy any man industrial-sized canisters of after-shave or deodorant. I'm told they do not stink - they are earthy.

Rule #7: Buy men label makers. Almost as good as cordless drills. Within a couple of weeks there will be labels absolutely everywhere. "Socks. Shorts. Cups. saucers. Door. Lock. Sink." You get the idea. No one knows why.

Rule #8: Never buy a man anything that says "some assembly required" on the box. It will ruin his Special Day and he will always have parts left over.

Rule #9: Good places to shop for men include Home Depot, John Deere, Goodyear Tire, and Napa Auto Parts. ANYTHING you buy from these stores is gonna work. It doesn't even matter if he doesn't know what it is. ("From NAPA Auto, eh? Must be something I need. Hey! Isn't this a starter for a '68 Ford Fairlane? Wow! thanks.")

Rule #10: Men enjoy danger. That's why they never cook - but they will barbecue. Get him a monster barbecue with a 100-pound propane tank. Tell him the gas line leaks. "Oh the thrill! The challenge! Who wants a hamburger?"

Rule #11: Tickets to a Cowboys game are a smart gift. However, he will not appreciate tickets to "A Retrospective of 19th Century Quilts." Everyone knows why.

Rule #12: Men love chain saws. Never, ever, buy a man you love a chain saw. If you don't know why - please refer to Rule #7 and what happens when he gets a label maker.

Rule #13: It's hard to beat a really good wheelbarrow or an aluminum extension ladder. Never buy a real man a stepladder. It must be an extension ladder. No one knows why.

Rule #14: Rope. Men love rope. It takes us back to our cowboy origins, or at least The Boy Scouts. Nothing says love like a hundred feet of 3/8" manila rope.

No one knows why.

[forwarded by Evelyn Oudyk]


Thursday, December 07, 2006

Telemarketer Punk'd

For those of you who, like me, love to play games with's a classic!


Sunday, December 03, 2006

Paintball, Funerals and Christmas Decorating

Busy weekend. Friday night took the boy Paintballing with some of his friends for his 14th birthday. 4 14-year-old boys and 2 14-year-old girls along with me and another Dad. Four hours, 8000 paintballs and several welts and bruises later we finally closed out the night. It was a blast. Matt kept saying, "This is soooo cool!" We weren't the greatest but by the end of the night, we'd caught on and started taking out more and more players. Several other groups were with us as we split of into two teams of mixed players and then adults vs. kids! Great bonding time with the Boy. He also warmed the cockles of my heart when his friend asked him what kind of car he wanted if money were no object.

He said, "A Mustang."

No hesitation. Of course Dad had to wipe a tear as his first car was a 1966 Mustang and he owned one when his son was born. Still think it's the coolest car made (save for the Mini Cooper and the Lotus Turbo Esprit!)

Saturday started early as I had to drive from Redding to Portola. 3 hours one way through the mountains. Beautiful drive. My goal was my Uncle's funeral. I didn't know Uncle Jim all that well and found out more about his life during the service. Some things I knew; incidents my mother had told me about but other things I didn't. He had a couple words of good advice for his two daughters that were a direct result of his upbringing. Jim was a go-getter. An entrepreneur since he was ten and a pool hustler when he was 12! He started his own business and succeeded because he followed three rules he instilled in his daughters, my cousins.

"There is no 'I can't'. There is only 'I won't'."

"Don't make money your god. Money is a tool."

"Don't worry. Trust God. He works things out."

While he might be the first one to wave off him being a very spiritual man, he was a man of faith. The three maxim's above can be found in scripture, which he studied quite a bit.

He doted on his grandkids and supported his wife and two daughters in all their endeavours. Family was very important to him.

Growing up, my mother used to tell me I was just like her brother Jim. I felt a connection somehow to him in that. And while I believe the maxim's he lived by, I feel they are something I really need to instill in my own kids. Not just with words but by my actions. That is my goal.

Christmas decorating day was today, Sunday. The fake tree is up, the lights are on, the beads are draped and the ornaments are hung. My wife has different sections of the entry way and the living room designated with certain decorations. The entry way tableau is for snowmen. The mantle dividing the entry from the living room is for the bears. The end table next to the couch is for Christmas Trees. The top of the entertainment center is for the Nativity Set and the other end table is for Santa Clauses!

This year I let the boy put the angel on the top of the tree. I think I let him do that from no on. Pass down to him a job that I always did.

I love the season between Thanksgiving and New Years. The music. The weather. The football. The smells. The food. And the reason for the season seems to bring it all together. I love Christmas programs at church. I love to see houses all lit up. Some people wish it could be like this all year long but I disagree. While we are supposed to live our lives loving our fellow man, wishing for peace and good will towards all men, recognizing the miracle of the birth of Christ, all year long; it would diminish the specialness of this season.

So a busy weekend but a good one. The old saying, "You learn something new everyday" is so real. I used to think once I finished school, the learning would be down and was upset in my 20's that it wasn't. Now as I start my 40's I'm glad there are more things to learn.

Beats sitting home playing on-line Texas Hold-Em!