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.