From Serenity II: The Re-Beginining
Mal: I thought you were dead.
Wash: And I would have been if it hadn’t been for my mithril chainmail vest!
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From Buffy versus Alien
Buffy: Spike! What happened?
Spike: Bloody thing burst right through me chest without so much as a “by your leave.”
Willow: Great. So now there’s an undead slimy parasite on the loose.
Xander: Yeah, plus whatever popped out of Spike.
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From Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Finally Some Goddamned Vampires With An IQ Over 12 (working title)
Buffy: But they’re still just vampires. I’ll just make with the staking and the dusting, no problemo.
Giles: You don’t understand Buffy. Each of these vampires has a mithril chainmail vest!
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From Angel Meets Firefly: How Fucking Cool Would That Be? Shiny Fucking Cool, That’s How Cool. (working title)
Angel: Who are you people and what are you doing in my city?
Mal: No need to gettin’ all twitchy now. We’re from the future. We just need to find a pair of hunchback weimaraners and we’ll be on our way.
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From Serenity III: Shotgun Wedding.
Inara: Okay, here’s the catalog. It’s older, but it should have the best man-companions in the ‘verse for Kay-lee’s bridal shower.
Zoe: Okay let’s see. Wait a minute. Is that . . . oh my god.
Inara: What?
Zoe: That one. In the fishnets and feather boa. Holding the . . . I don’t even know what that is.
Inara: No. No, it can’t be.
Zoe: I’m afraid it is.
Inara: Says here that he specializes in . . . oh god I think I’m going to be sick.
Zoe: No wonder Shepherd Book was so mysterious about his past.
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From Badger Badger Badger!, my concept Firefly spin-off:
Badger: See here mates. Those blind, deranged settlers back on Rattlesnake Buttes have made me see the errors of my ways. From now on we’re running this operation with respect and morality. And we’ll start by labeling the hooch and anti-freeze bottles more accurate like.
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From Firefly: The Anapestic Tetrameter Caper
River: Whirling bees on the epoch of the all-encompassing storm! Death! Entropic vortex!
Jayne: Shut your sister up, ‘fore I shut her up myself, crazy girl ain’t right.
Simon: She’s not crazy anymore, she’s just trying out some beat poetry.
Jayne: Beat poetry is, poetry I beat you with, ’til you shut her up.
Mal: Ain’t nobody beating anyone with any poetry ’round here, least not without me doing it. Doc, you get your sister under control. Jayne, I already told you about using haiku on my boat. No more poetry and I mean it.
Jayne: Anyone want a ruttin’ peanut?