Well, I finished watching the series last night…
I want MORE, Gorram it!, damn you Box…err…Fox network for killing another classic science fiction show before it’s time, the Firefly 'Verse had so much potential
Firefly goes on my shortlist of Great Sci-Fi shows;
(in no particular order)
MST3K
Farscape
Firefly
Futurama
BSG
Trek seems so cold, sanitary, mundane and mediocre compared to 'Fly, 'Scape and BSG
Plus, it has a great number of quotables as well;
some of my favorites;
[Dobson is tied up in his room]
Mal: I got to know how close the Alliance is, exactly how much you told them 'fore Wash scrambled your call. So I’ve given Jayne here the job of finding out.
Jayne: [draws a huge knife] He was nonspecific as to how.
…
Mal: [to Jayne] Now, you’ve only got to scare him.
Jayne: Pain is scary.
Jayne (over radio): Cap’n, cap’n, can you hear me?
Mal: I’m standing right here.
Jayne: You’re coming through loud and clear.
Mal: 'Cause I’m standing right here.
Mal: If I’m your mission, Shepherd, best give it up. You’re welcome on my boat - God ain’t.
[A tied-up Crow is made to kneel outside Serenity as it prepares to lift off]
Mal: Now this is all the money Niska gave us in advance. You give it back to him, tell him the job didn’t work out. We’re not thieves – well, we are thieves, but the point is we’re not taking what’s his. We’ll stay out of his way as best we can from here on in. You’ll explain that’s best for everyone, okay?
Crow: [stands up] Keep the money. Use it to buy a funeral. It doesn’t matter where you go, or how far you fly – I will hunt you down, and the last thing you see will be my blade.
Mal: Darn. [kicks Crow into Serenity’s engine intake]
[Cut to another henchman being placed before Mal]
Mal: Now this is all the money Niska gave us in advance–
Henchman: Oh, I get it! I’m good. Best thing for everybody. [desperate grin] I’m right there with you.
River: (suddenly speaking in Badger’s own Cockney accent) Sure. I got a secret. More’n one. Don’t seem like I’d tell ‘em to you, now, do it? Anyone off Dyton colony knows better’n to talk to strangers. (pokes Badger in the chest) You’re talkin’ loud enough for the both of us, ain’t ya? I’ve met a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Minor graft jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. And you’re what? A petty thief with delusions o’ standing? Sad little king of a sad little hill.
Badger: (thinking River must know him from someplace else) Nice to see someone from the old homestead?
River: Not really. (to Simon) call me if anyone interesting shows up.
[Shepherd Book prepares a meal as he absentmindedly addresses River.]
Book: What are we up to, sweetheart?
River: Fixing your Bible.
Book: I, um… What?
[Pan over to River, who works on a book with pens, brushes, and loose pages.]
River: Bible’s broken. Contradictions, false logistics… doesn’t make sense.
Book: No, no. You - you can’t…
River: So we’ll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God’s creation of Eden. Eleven inherent metaphoric parallels already there. Eleven. Important number. Prime number. One goes into the house of eleven eleven times, but always comes out one. Noah’s ark is a problem.
Book: Really?
River: We’ll have to call it “early quantum state phenomenon”. Only way to fit 5,000 species of mammals on the same boat.
. . .
Book: River, you don’t… fix the Bible.
River: It’s broken. It doesn’t make sense.
Book: It’s not about… making sense. It’s about believing in something. And letting that belief be real enough to change your life. It’s about faith. You don’t fix faith, River. It fixes you.
[River is hiding from Book, freaked out by his enormous unbundled mane of white hair.]
Book: River? Please, why don’t you come on out?
River: No! Can’t. Too much hair.
Book: Is–is that it?
Zoe: Hell, yes, preacher. If I didn’t have stuff to get done, I’d be in there with her.
. . .
Zoe: River, honey, he’s putting the hair away now.
[Book starts to tie his hair back.]
River: Doesn’t matter. It’ll still be there. Waiting.
Jayne: Hey. Free soup.
Zoe and Mal open a coffin-sized box to find a body. Jayne peers in.]
Jayne: What’d y’all order a dead guy for?
Wash: Little River gets more colorful by the moment. What’ll she do next?
Zoe: Either blow us all up or rub soup in our hair. It’s a toss-up.
Wash: I hope she does the soup thing, it’s always a hoot and we don’t all die from it.
. . .