Micole in Buffy, v. spoilery:

Dear Jane Espenson,

When I said I wanted closure for Jonathan, that wasn't exactly what I meant. But since it was an episode co-written by you, I know you killed him *with love*. And also a sharp pointy object.

Sincerely,

M.

Victor sets 'em up, Betsy knocks 'em down in Firefly...

As Tim's pointed out a couple of times, Firefly is cheaper to make than Buffy.

You can only make Buffy if you're dead.

<duck, run>

Miracleman: This is why I don't go to theaters....

Aimee: These are reasons why we don't go ANYWHERE!

In Bitches:

Rebecca Lizard: I may be the articulate, self-aware teenager of today. But, I'm just saying, I would not mind an orgy over in this corner.

PMM: The teenaged-type, all macking and groping, but no actual Sex, just leads to horrible yearbook signings.

Best to avoid.

Heather Alayne, on the bitter yet necessary-unto-life fluid:

If the coffee gods require the sacrifice of a piece of toe, so be it. I would have given more, so long as they keep that sweet juice flowing.

Tim Minear in an interview at the Firefly site:

Do I read the message board? Uh, no. I don't even have an internet connection. Anyone claiming to be me on the net is a liar. No. I read it all the time. And no good can come from it.

Connie Neil in Bitches:

I shouldn't put stickers on my car. It's like a sentence of death. For the car and the sticker. Maybe the cars object to symbols of ownership such as bumper stickers, it offends their dream that someday they'll be free and run with the herd of wild cars out on the prairie again.

Betsy, in Natter:

I hate fun. Especially other people's fun.

Connie Neil, in Literary:

My house has eaten my OED on CD. My house needs to become biulimic pretty darn soon.

Miracleman in Natter:

Between my wife's rum and my longing for beer, it's starting to look like "Tough Shit, Liver, Suck It Up and Deal" night at the Miracle household.