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1x07 "Our Mrs. Reynolds"
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Mal: How drunk was I last night?
Jayne: I don't know, I passed out.
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Book: If you take sexual advantage of her you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
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Wash: Did she really make fresh bao? (Böser Blick von Zoe) Quaint!
Zoe: Remember that sex we were planning to have ever again?
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Mal: I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume that I'm an evil, lecherous hump.
Zoe: Nobody's saying that, sir.
Wash: Yeah, we're pretty much just giving each other significant glances and laughing incessantly.
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Jayne (bedrohlich): Six men came to kill me one time and the best of them carried this. It's a Callahan full-bore auto lock. Customized trigger. Double cartridge thorough gauge. It is my very favourite gun. (Reicht Mal Waffe)
Mal: Are you offering me a trade?
Jayne: A Trade. Hell, it's theft.
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Saffron: I know my bible, sir. "On the night of their betrothal the wife shall open to the man as the furrow to the plow and he shall work in her in and again till she bring him to his full and rest him then upon the sweat of her breast."
Mal: Oh. Good Bible.
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Saffron: I'm not skilled, sir, nor a pleasure to look upon.
Mal: Saffron. You're pleasing. You're, uh - Hell, you're all kinds of pleasin' and, uh, it's - it's been a while-a long damn while - since anybody but me took ahold of my plow, so don't think for a second that I ain't interested.
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Saffron: I lived my life in the maiden house waiting to be married off for trade. I seen my sisteren paired off with ugly men, vicious or blubberous men with appetites too unseemly to speak on. And I've cried for those girls. But not half so hard as I cried the night they gave me to you.
Mal (steht überrascht auf und betrachtet sich): Why? Is there blubber?
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Saffron (zu Mal): I want this. I swell to think of you in me. And I see that you do too.
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Saffron: Do you know the myth of Earth that was?
Wash: Not so much.
Saffron: That when she was born, she had no sky and was open, inviting. And the stars would rush into her through the skin of her-
Wash: Yeah.
Saffron: -- making the oceans boil with sensation. And when she could endure no more ecstasy she puffed up her cheeks und blew out the sky.
Wash: Whoa. Good myth.
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Mal (zeigt auf Book): You would have kissed her too.
Zoe: Wash didn't.
Mal: But she was naked and all -- articulate.
Wash: Okay! Everybody not talking about sex, in here. Everybody else, elsewhere.
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