Mal: Okay, help me find our man. He’s supposed to be older, kind of stocky, wears a red sash crossways.
Kaylee: Why does he do that?
Mal: Maybe he won the Miss Persephone pageant. Just help me look.
Kaylee: Is that him?
Mal: That’s the buffet table.
Kaylee: Well, how can we be sure, unless we question it?
Mal: Fine. Don’t make yourself sick.

Shindig
tagged: appearance, food

Share with your friends

More from Firefly

Badger: Crime and politics, little girl. Situation is always fluid.
Jayne: The only fluid I see here is the puddle of piss refusing to pay us our wage.

Pilot

Mal: Well, you were right about this being a bad idea.
Zoe: Thanks for saying, sir.

Serenity

Mal: Well, didn’t I see an entire regiment of fine, young Alliance federals on the train?
Sheriff: You did. Same regiment let our medicine get swiped right out from under their noses then took off for their own camp without so much as a whoopsy-daisy.

Mal: Mercy is the mark of a great man. (He lightly stabs Atherton) Guess I’m just a good man. (He stabs him again) Well, I’m all right.

Gabriel Tam: Have you completely lost your mind?
Simon: Pretty nearly.
Gabriel Tam: We got the wave at the Friedlichs. I had to leave your mother at the dinner table!
Simon: I’m sorry, Dad. You know I would never have tried to save River’s life if I had known there was a dinner party at risk!