Yeah, I mostly just queue neat or interesting things anymore.
Inara: What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle?
Mal: That is was manly and impulsive?
Inara: Yes, precisely. Only the exact phrase I used was 'don't'.
Mal: She is a mite unpredictable. Mood swings, of a sort.
The Operative: It's worse than you know.
Mal: It usually is.
The Operative: That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. She is an albatross, Captain.
Mal: The way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it.
[He turns to Inara.]
Mal: Yes, I've read a poem. Try not to faint.