Jayne: What we need’s a diversion. I say Zoe gets nekkid.
Wash: Nope.
Jayne: I could get nekkid.
All: No!
Firefly — Episode 4 — “Shindig”
‘As soon as I can, I mean to go down to Bath, to wallow in the warm and sulphurous –’
‘Just what I was about to observe!’ cried Sir Joseph. ‘I am delighted to hear it. It was the very thing I should have recommended if’ – if you had not looked so savage, explosive, obstinate and cantankerous, he thought; but said ‘if it had been my place to advise you.’
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
Mal: I thought he made it pretty clear he has no regard for you.
Inara: You did manage to push him into saying something, yes. Made a nice justification for the punch.
Mal: Well, he insulted you. I hit him. Seemed like the thing to do. Why’d this get so complicated?
Inara: Well, it’s about to get simpler. There’s a back door. Desk clerk is on alert. He’ll let us out.
Mal: Whoa, whoa, I’m not running off. I don’t know what you got in your head, but I didn’t do this to prove some kind of point to you. I thought I was defending your honor. And I never back down from a fight.
Inara: Yes, you do! You do all the time!
Mal: Well, yeah… but, I’m not backing down from this one.
Firefly — Episode 4 — “Shindig”
Giles: Here. I suspect your mother will want to, uh, put it on the refrigerator.
Buffy: Yeah. She saw these scores, and her head spun around and exploded.
Giles: I-I’ve been on the Hellmouth too long. That was metaphorical, yes?
Buffy: Yes. She was happy.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer — Season 3: Episode 8 — “Lovers Walk”
‘Yes, I thank you. They are used to my ways here. Perfect, if only the woman of the house did not take it upon herself to play the physician, merely because I keep my bed some hours every day. “No, ma’am,” I say to her, “I will not drink Godfrey’s Cordial, nor try Ward’s drop. I do not tell you how to dress this salmagundi, for you are a cook; pray do not tell me how to order my regimen, for as you know, I am a medical man.” “No sir,” says she, “but our Sarah, which she was in just the same case as you, having been overset at the bear-baiting when six months gone, took great adwantage from Godfrey; so pray, sir, do try this spoonful.” Jack Aubrey was just the same. “I do not pretend to teach you to sail your sloop or poop or whatever you call the damn machine; do not therefore pretend –” But it is all one. Nostrums from the fairground quack, old wives’ remedies – bah! If rage could reunite my sinews, I should be as compact as a lithosperm.’
Sir Joseph had intended to suggest the waters of Bath, but now he said, ‘I hope your friend is well?’
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian
Spock: I picked this up from Doctor McCoy’s log. We have a crew member aboard who’s showing signs of stress and fatigue. Reaction time down nine to twelve percent, associational reading norm minus three.
Kirk: That’s much too low a rating.
Spock: He’s becoming irritable and quarrelsome, yet he refuses to take rest and rehabilitation. Now, He has that right, but we’ve found
Kirk: A crewman’s right ends where the safety of the ship begins. That man will go a shore on my orders. What’s his name?
Spock: James Kirk. Enjoy yourself, Captain.
Star Trek – Season 1: Episode 17 – “Shore Leave”
‘Stephen,’ he cried, with a meretricious affectation of gaiety, ‘just toss this off, will you, and we will get under way. Is your great-coat warming?’
‘I will not,’ said Stephen. ‘It is another of your damned possets. Am I in childbed, for all love, that I should be plagued, smothered, destroyed with caudle?’
‘Just a sip,’ said Jack. ‘It will set you up for the journey. Mrs Moss does not quite like your travelling; and I must say I agree with her. However, I have brought you a bottle of Dr Mead’s Instant Invigorator; it contains iron. Now just a drop, mixed with the posset.’
‘Mrs Moss – Mrs Moss – Dr Mead – iron, forsooth,’ cried Stephen. ‘There is a very vicious inclination in the present age, to –’
‘Great-coat, sir,’ said Killick. ‘Warm as toast. Now step into it before it gets cold.’
They buttoned him up, tweaked him into shape, and carried him downstairs, one at each elbow, so that his feet skimmed the steps, to where Bonden was waiting by the chaise. They packed him into the stifling warmth with understanding smiles over his head as he cried out that they were stifling him with their God-damned rugs and sheepskins – did they mean to bury him alive? Enough damned straw underfoot for a regiment of horse.
HMS Surprise – Patrick O’Brian