23 May 2007
Quote of the Week
This week's quote is from my favorite (and, I think, the best) episode of Firefly, "Out of Gas". It's from a flashback where Mal is showing Zoe Serenity for the first time:
Malcolm: Well?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Malcolm: What? Come on, seriously Zoe, what do you think?
Zoe: Honestly, sir, I think you got robbed.
Malcolm: Robbed? What? What do you mean?
Zoe: It's a piece of fey-ou.
Malcolm: Fey-ou? Okay, she won't be winning any beauty contests any time soon, but she is solid. A ship like this will be with you 'till the day you die.
Zoe: Because it's a death trap.
Malcolm: That's not [what I meant]. You are very much lacking in imagination.
Zoe: I imagine that's so, sir.
Malcolm: Come on, you haven't even seen most of it. Let me show you the rest. And try to see past what she is, and onto what she can be.
Zoe: What's that, sir?
Malcolm: Freedom, is what.
Zoe: I meant: [gestures towards the floor] What's that?
Malcolm: Oh. Yeah. Step around that. I think something must have been living in here. I tell you Zoe, we get a mechanic, get her up and running again, hire a good pilot, maybe a cook... [we] could live like real people. Small crew: them's that feel the need to be free, take jobs as they come.... Ain't never have to be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.
Zoe: Get her running again?
Malcolm: Yeah.
Zoe: So, not running now?
Malcolm: Not so much. But she will. I already know what I'm going to call her. [I've] got a name all picked out...
Malcolm: Well?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Malcolm: What? Come on, seriously Zoe, what do you think?
Zoe: Honestly, sir, I think you got robbed.
Malcolm: Robbed? What? What do you mean?
Zoe: It's a piece of fey-ou.
Malcolm: Fey-ou? Okay, she won't be winning any beauty contests any time soon, but she is solid. A ship like this will be with you 'till the day you die.
Zoe: Because it's a death trap.
Malcolm: That's not [what I meant]. You are very much lacking in imagination.
Zoe: I imagine that's so, sir.
Malcolm: Come on, you haven't even seen most of it. Let me show you the rest. And try to see past what she is, and onto what she can be.
Zoe: What's that, sir?
Malcolm: Freedom, is what.
Zoe: I meant: [gestures towards the floor] What's that?
Malcolm: Oh. Yeah. Step around that. I think something must have been living in here. I tell you Zoe, we get a mechanic, get her up and running again, hire a good pilot, maybe a cook... [we] could live like real people. Small crew: them's that feel the need to be free, take jobs as they come.... Ain't never have to be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.
Zoe: Get her running again?
Malcolm: Yeah.
Zoe: So, not running now?
Malcolm: Not so much. But she will. I already know what I'm going to call her. [I've] got a name all picked out...
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