Wash: Something smells good.
Zoe: Havin’ yourself a little supper, captain?
Mal: Well, Saffron insisted on… you know, I didn’t want to make her feel… it’s damn tasty!
Wash: Is there any more where that came from?
Saffron: I didn’t think to make enough for your friends. But everything’s laid out if you’d like to cook for your husband.
Wash: (laughs uncomfortably) Isn’t she quaint? I’m just not hungry.
Zoe: So, are you enjoying your own nubile little slave girl?
Mal: She wanted to make me dinner. At least she’s not cryin’.
Wash: I might! Did she really make fresh bao? (Zoe shoots him a look) Quaint!
Zoe: Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?
Firefly — Episode 6 — “Our Mrs. Reynolds”