“NO!”
The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound. He heard another woman nearby laughing, and knew that Bellatrix gloried in McGonagall’s despair. He squinted again for a single second and saw the open doorway filling with people, as the survivors of the battle came out onto the front steps to face their vanquishers and see the truth of Harry’s death for themselves. He saw Voldemort standing a little in front of him, stroking Nagini’s head with a single white finger. He closed his eyes again.
“No!”
“No!”
“Harry! HARRY!”
Ron’s, Hermione’s, and Ginny’s voices were worse than McGonagall’s; Harry wanted nothing more than to call back, yet he made himself lie silent, and their cries acted like a trigger; the crowd of survivors took up the cause, screaming and yelling abuse at the Death Eaters.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
Simon: We’re on a ship.
River: Mid-bulk Transport. Standard radion accelerator core. Class code 03-K64–Firefly.
Mal: Well, that’s somethin’. I can’t even remember all that.
Simon: Need a weave on that?
Mal: It’s nothin’.
Simon: I expect there’s someone’s face feels differently.
Mal: Well, they tell ya, never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is on occasion hilarious.
Simon: I suppose so. So the, ah, the fight…didn’t umm, draw any, umm, any attention.
Mal: No Feds. Just an honest brawl between folks. Ain’t none of us wanted the Alliance on us, Doctor, that’s why you’re here.
Simon: I thought I was here because you needed a medic.
Mal: Well, not today.
(Mal leaves)
River: Mal… bad… in the Latin.
Firefly – Episode 2 – “The Train Job”
‘Killick,’ he cried, folding and sealing it. ‘That’s for the post. Is the Doctor ready?’
‘Ready and waiting these fourteen minutes,’ said Stephen in a loud, sour voice. ‘What a wretched tedious slow hand you are with a pen, upon my soul. Scratch-scratch, gasp-gasp. You might have written the Iliad in half the time, and a commentary upon it, too.’
Post Captain – Patrick O’Brian
Buffy: All right. Talk.
Spike: I’m just gonna kill this guy.
(Buffy clears her throat loudly)
Spike: Oh, right.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Season 2: Episode 22 – “Becoming (Part 2)”
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.
“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?”
The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
“Yes,” he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
“He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids, Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration.
Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cares whether Voldemort won.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
Mal: My thanks Wash, nice save as always.
Wash: A pleasure.
Mal: And how are our passengers?
Kaylee: They’re fine. So, what happened? Was there a terrible brawl?
Zoe: Oddly enough, there was.
Wash: Are you gettin’ my wife into trouble?
Mal: Wha? I didn’t start it! Just wanted a quiet drink.
Zoe: Funny, sir, how you always seem to find yourself in an Alliance-friendly bar come U-day, looking for a “quiet drink.”
Mal: See, this is another sign of your tragic space dementia, all paranoid and crotchety. Breaks the heart.
Firefly – Episode 2 – “The Train Job”
The Love Pirate 