‘Ah, Mr Babbington, there you are: sit down. I dare say you know why I have sent for you?’
‘No, sir,’ said Babbington instantly. It was worth denying everything as long as he could.
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
‘Ah, Mr Babbington, there you are: sit down. I dare say you know why I have sent for you?’
‘No, sir,’ said Babbington instantly. It was worth denying everything as long as he could.
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
Mal: So, she’s added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. She really is a prodigy.
Simon: It’s just a bad day.
Mal: No, a bad day is when someone’s yellin’ spooks the cattle. Understand? You ever see cattle stampede when they got no place to run? It’s kind of like a… a meat grinder. And it’ll lose us half the herd.
Simon: She hasn’t gone anywhere near the cattle.
Mal: No, but in case you hadn’t noticed, her voice kinda carries. We’re two miles above ground and they can probably hear her down there. Soon as we unload, she can holler until our ears bleed. Although I would take it as a kindness if she didn’t.
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.
Firefly — Episode 5 — “Safe”
‘Tell me, Stephen, what did you drink on that infernal rock?’
‘Boiled shit.’ Stephen was chaste in his speech, rarely an oath, never an obscene word, never any bawdy: his reply astonished Jack, who looked quickly at the tablecloth. Perhaps it was a learned term he had misunderstood. ‘Boiled shit,’ he said again. Jack smiled in a worldly fashion, but he felt the blush rising. ‘Yes. There was one single pool of rainwater left in a hollow. The birds defecated in it, copiously. Not with set intent – the whole rock is normally deep in their droppings – but enough to foul it to the pitch of nausea. The next day was hotter, if possible, and with the reverberation the liquid rose to an extraordinary temperature. I drank it, however, until it ceased to be liquid at all; then I turned to blood. Poor unsuspecting boobies’ blood, tempered with a little sea-water and the expressed juice of kelp.’
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
Inara: Thank you for the wine. It’s… very fresh.
Mal: To Kaylee and her inter-engine fermentation system.
Inara: Are you in pain?
Mal: Absolutely. I got stabbed, you know, right here.
Inara: I saw.
Mal:Don’t care much for fancy parties. Too rough.
Inara: It wasn’t entirely a disaster.
Mal: I got stabbed! Right here!
Inara: You also lined up exciting new crime.
Mal: It’s good to have cargo. Makes us a target for every other scavenger out there, though, but sometimes that’s fun too.
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, looking back, I probably should have stayed out of your world.
Inara: My world? If it is that. I wasn’t going to stay, you know.
Mal: Yeah? Why is that?
Inara: Oh, someone needs to keep Kaylee out of trouble. And all my things are here. Besides, why would I want to leave Serenity?
Mal: Can’t think of a reason.
Firefly — Episode 4 — “Shindig”
(Stephen has been attempting to learn the Urdu language)
‘I was repeating phrases from this little book. It is all I could get, apart from the Fort William grammar, which is in my cabin. It is a phrase-book, and I believe it must have been compiled by a disappointed man: My horse has been eaten by a tiger, leopard, bear; I wish to hire a palanquin; there are no palanquins in this town, sir – all my money has been stolen; I wish to speak to the Collector: the Collector is dead, sir – I have been beaten by evil men. Yet salacious too, poor burning soul: Woman, wilt thou lie with me?’
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian