War Stories

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Book: “Yes, I’d forgotten you’re moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?”
Simon:  “No. But I’m thinking about growing a big black mustache. I’m a traditionalist.”
Mal: “Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots.” (to Kaylee and River) “Shut up!”
 
Wash: “And then came the lying to me about it, which for me is sort of the highlight of this little adventure.”
Zoe: “Is there any way I’m gonna get out of this with honor and dignity?”
Wash:  “You’re pretty much down to ritual suicide, lambie-toes.”
 
Wash: “Didn’t want you taking off without me. In fact, didn’t want you taking off at all. Thought I might take this run instead. Me and the Captain.”
Mal: “The Captain who’s standing right here telling you that’s not gonna happen?”
Wash: “Well, it’s a dangerous mission, sir. I can’t stand the thought of something happening that might cause you two to come back with another thrilling tale of bonding and adventure. I just can’t take that right now.”
Mal: “Okay, um, I’m lost. Uh, I’m angry, and I’m armed, so if you two have something that you need to work out –“
 
Wash: (to a departing Zoe) “Bye, hon! We promise not to stop for beers with the fellas!” (sits down, starts the engines, then to Mal) “So, are we gonna sing army songs or something?”
 
Wash:  “Hey, I’ve been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire.” (beat) “Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.”
 
Wash: “I don’t want you to spare me, Mal. If you think you know what’s happening, then you tell me. You wouldn’t spare Zoe if she were in this situation with you, would you? You would be planning, and plotting and possibly scheming. So whatever Zoe would do in this instance is what I wanna do. Do you know why? No matter how ugly it gets, you two always come back with the stories. So… I’m Zoe. Now, what do I do?”
Mal: “Probably not talk quite so much.”
Wash: “Right. Less talking. She’s terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.”
 
Wash: “I mean, I’m the one she swore to love, honor and obey.”
Mal: “Listen…” (beat) “She swore to obey?”
Wash: “Well, no, not… But that’s just my point! You she obeys! She obeys you! There’s obeying going on right under my nose!”
 
Zoe: “Preacher, don’t the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: “Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.”
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About TJ

In 2015 my family moved from a small village in mid-Michigan to five beautifully forested acres in Northern Michigan. We love the lakes and rivers, the forests, and the billions of stars we can see in the night sky, as well as the many cultural and historical activities in our area. We also love that the deer and wild turkeys come right up to our house. This is where our hearts are! I have multiple cats (six the last time I counted), and a sweet introverted dog who rarely barks and who deeply loves the two adorable ducks and ten chickens that have become part of our family. I enjoy reading, studying, writing, and learning new things. I also enjoy walking my dog, cuddling my cats, and gardening. I love nature. The world fascinates me.

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