"The majority of finnish women seem at first glance not very appealing. Many of them have round grayish color faces, snub noses, a rare straight hair, short hairstyle, medium height, even excessive fullness and lack of waist. Their feet are full and short. They have large bones, wide back and knees, big palms of hands and soles of the feet. Such structure of the body better retains heat. Finnish women rarely use cosmetics. They does not wear shoes on heels. Sneakers and moccasins are favorite shoes in this country."
This is obviously the handiwork of a demented lunatic, but I think it's a very blunt way of describing its relationship to his or her body, I find it as remarkable in its simplicity as it is in its simplicity.
Mal: "I believe that woman's plannin' to shoot me again."
Jayne: "Here's a little concept I've been working on. Why don't we shoot her first?"
Wash: "It is her turn."
"She stormed away from the callbox, accompanied delightedly by her hips, etc. The fiery darts encompasssing her about the amorously disposed were quenched as tow."
Mal: "You will keep a civil tongue in that mouth or I will sew it shut. Is there an understanding between us?"
Jayne: "You don't pay me to talk pretty. Just because Kaylee gets lubed up over some big-city dandy...."
Mal: "Walk away from this table, right now."
[Jayne exits, reluctantly]
Simon: "What do you pay him for?"
Mal: "What?"
Simon: "I was curious... what is his job on this ship?"
Mal: "... Public relations."
"Murphy on the jobpath was a striking figure. Word went round among the members of the Blake League that the Master's conception of Bildad the Shuhite had come to life and was stalking about London in a green suit, seeking whom he might comfort."
Zoe: "If [the Reavers] take the ship, they'll rape us to death, eat our flesh, and sew our skins into their clothing. And if we're very, very lucky? They'll do it in that order."
"'I sit on them that will not eat,' said Ticklepenny, 'jacking their jaws apart with the gag, spurning their tongues aside with the spatula, till the last tundish of drench is absorbed. I go round the cells with my shovel and bucket, I——'"
My apologies for the crude epithet. It truly was not intended to offend or reflect on any aspect of others' nature, just a thoughtless attempt at levity, but I agree that was unacceptable and it won't happen again.
"As it turned out, Watt was never to know how long he spent in Mr. Knott's house, how long on the ground floor, how long on the first floor, how long altogether. All he could say was that it was a long time."
"Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, drew a circle with a piece of red chalk and said: 'When men, even unknowingly, are to meet one day, whatever may befall each, whatever the diverging paths, on the said day, they will inevitably come together in the red circle.'"
— Melville, The Red Circle, epigraph, possibly composed by Melville himself, as translated by unknown from the Wikipedia page.
Zoe: "Sir? I'd like you to take the helm, please. I need this man to tear all my clothes off."
[She grabs Wash by the jacket and drags him off]
Wash: "Work, work, work...."
Book: "I've been out of the abbey two days, I've beaten a lawman senseless, I've fallen in with criminals. I watched the captain shoot the man I swore to protect. And I'm not even sure if I think he was wrong. I believe... I just... I think I'm on the wrong ship."
Inara: "Maybe. Or maybe you're exactly where you ought to be."
Simon: "I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... how do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"
Mal: "You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."
Simon: "Are you always this sentimental?"
Mal: "I had a good day."
Simon: "You had the Alliance on you... criminals and savages... half the people on the ship have been shot or wounded, including yourself... and you're harboring known fugitives."
Mal: "We're still flying."
Simon: "That's not much."
Mal: "It's enough."
“The president’s provocations — his coarsening of public discourse that lowers the threshold for acting out by people as mentally crippled as he — do not excuse the violent few. They must be punished. He must be removed.”
— George Will, Washington Post June 1, 2020
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Lund: "You know, your coat is kinda a brownish color...."
Mal: "It was on sale." [Calmly sips his drink]
Lund: "You didn't toast. You know, I'm thinkin' you one of 'em In'e'pen'ents."
Mal: "And I'm thinkin' you weren't burdened with an overabundance of schooling. So why don't we just ignore each other until we go away?"
"They were a people of spasms, of upheavals, of ideas, the race of the individual genius. Their movements were more shocking by contrast with the quietude of every day, their great men greater by contrast with the the humanity of their mob."
Inara: "What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle?"
Mal: "That it was manly and impulsive?"
Inara: "Yes, precisely. Only the exact phrase I used was, 'Don't.'"
"When I returned it was June the sixteenth, and Nasir was still labouring [sic] in his tent. He and Auda had been seeing too much of one another for their good, and lately there had been a breach; [sic] but this was easily healed, and after a day the old chief was as much with us as ever, and as kind and as difficult."
"Mano: You know, my friend, a woman is like a nagging avalanche.
Buck: A nagging, avalanche? Well I never heard of a nagging...what's an aval...
Mano: And there is only one way to stop it
Buck: What's that?
Mano: A distraction!"