Your troubles, they are many.
It's nothin' til you don't got one, then it appears to be everything.
Sage, sage words.
Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Shut up!
Mal ,'War Stories'
Firefly 5: That's my girl... That's my good girl.
Discussion of the Mutant Enemy series, Firefly, the ensuing movie Serenity, and other projects in that universe.
beekaytee - Mar 06, 2011 4:04:53 pm PST #4355 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant
erin_obscure - Mar 06, 2011 4:05:01 pm PST #4356 of 5292
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
what can he give them in return?
erin_obscure - Mar 06, 2011 4:05:53 pm PST #4357 of 5292
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
one good whiff of air and he's quipping like a pro again
WindSparrow - Mar 06, 2011 4:06:55 pm PST #4358 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
"Reason. He's gonna talk to us about reason now."
"Do we look reasonable to you?"
"Wait till they tell us where the stuff's at."
"How much they payin' you?"
"Got your own room."
beekaytee - Mar 06, 2011 4:07:00 pm PST #4359 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant
Had a kind of poetry to it.
quester - Mar 06, 2011 4:07:17 pm PST #4360 of 5292
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Love the little frown on Zoe's face when she says "Had a kind of poetry to it, Sir". Like WTF captain?
Liese S. - Mar 06, 2011 4:07:51 pm PST #4361 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Always willing to be bought, Jayne.
Liese S. - Mar 06, 2011 4:08:12 pm PST #4362 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, and there it is, what we were waiting for.
WindSparrow - Mar 06, 2011 4:08:59 pm PST #4363 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
"Already decided."
"We can already see that I haven't. Now get the hell off my ship."
Mal on the grate again.
erin_obscure - Mar 06, 2011 4:09:37 pm PST #4364 of 5292
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
oh crum, here come the tears