Pre-order today! Firefly, December 9th!

Don’t you miss that show? er wait.. Did you miss that show? Well don’t miss the dvd…

or these

Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with ’til you understand who’s in ruttin’ command here.

Inara: What did I tell you about barging into my shuttle?
Mal: That it was manly and impulsive?
Inara: Yes precisely, only the exact phrase I used was “don’t”.

Mal: This job I would pull for free!
Zoë: Can I have your share?
Mal: No
Zoë: If you die, can I have your share?
Mal: Yes.

Mal: Can’t get paid if you’re dead.
Jayne: Can’t get paid if you crawl away like a bitty little bug neither. I got a share of this job. Ten percent of nothin’ is, let me do the math here…nothin’ and a nothin’, carry the nothin’…

playing with dinosaur toys
Wash: ‘Yes…this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… this land.’ ‘I think we should call it your grave!’ ‘Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!’ ‘Hahaha! Mine is an evil laugh!’

Zoë: They’ll rape us to death, eat our flesh and sew our skin to their clothes. And if we’re very, very lucky, they’ll do it in that order.

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.

Inara: Does it seem every supply store on every border planet has the same five rag dolls and the same wood carvings of … what is this, a duck?

Zoë: Captain’ll come up with a plan.
Kaylee: Well, that’s good … right?
Zoë: Possibly you’re not recalling some of his previous plans.

Mal: Appears we got here just in the nick of time! What does that make us?
Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir!

Simon: I’ve never shot anyone before.
Book: I was there, son. I’m fair sure you haven’t shot anyone yet.

Wash: Little River just gets more colorful by the moment. What’ll she do next?
Zoë: Either blow us all up or rub soup in her 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.

Mal: Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might want to see to that.

Simon: Are you Alliance?
Jubel Early: Am I a lion?
Simon: What?
Jubel Early: I don’t think of myself as a lion. You might as well, though – I have a mighty roar.
Simon: Ummm, I said ‘Alliance’.
Jubel Early: Oh. That’s weird.

Simon: You’re out of your mind.
Jubel Early: That’s between me and my mind.

Wash: I’ve been in a firefight. Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity.

I’m so psyched!