Simon: The decision saved your life. Zoe: Won't happen again, sir. Mal: Good. And thanks. I'm grateful. Zoe: It was my pleasure, sir.

'Out Of Gas'


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.


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 4:05:57 pm PDT #4583 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.

"Listen, if you've got guests, I can come back later."

He's been mostly dead all day, and still has spit and vinegar.


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 4:06:39 pm PDT #4584 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

Okay then.


Liese S. - Mar 20, 2011 4:07:12 pm PDT #4585 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

"You wanna meet the real me now?"


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 4:07:27 pm PDT #4586 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.

Oh. Mal. BAMF times a gazillion.


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 4:07:28 pm PDT #4587 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

Niska is all miffed, like the Avon lady just interrupted tea.


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 4:08:25 pm PDT #4588 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

Tuck n roll, Zoe.

Awesome.

Lordy, Kaylee should not be standing there with a gun. She's like to shoot herself first.


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 4:08:44 pm PDT #4589 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.

"Don't think, just shoot."

"Can't look. Can't look."

"No power in the 'verse can stop me."


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 4:09:04 pm PDT #4590 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

That's our girl. Full on.


dcp - Mar 20, 2011 4:09:24 pm PDT #4591 of 5292
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.

"No! No it's not!"


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 4:09:44 pm PDT #4592 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.

"Haven't you killed me enough for one day?"

"Jayne, this is somehting the captain has to do for himself."

"No. No it's not."