I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.
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Joss Whedon
Joseph Hill Whedon (; born June 23, 1964) is an American screenwriter, director, producer, comic book writer, and composer. He is the founder of Mutant Enemy Productions and co-founder of Bellwether Pictures, and is best known as the creator of several television series, including Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003), Angel (1999–2004), Firefly (2002), Dollhouse (2009–10), and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (from 2013). Whedon co-wrote the Pixar animated film Toy Story (1995), wrote and directed the Firefly film continuation Serenity (2005), co-wrote and directed the Internet miniseries Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (2008), and co-wrote and produced the horror comedy The Cabin in the Woods (2012). He wrote and directed the Marvel Cinematic Universe superhero films The Avengers (2012) and its sequel Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), and also co-wrote the script for the DC Extended Universe film Justice League (2017), for which he also served as director on reshoots. 2Early life Born in New York City on June 23, 1964 as Joseph1 Hill Whedon, and being a third-generation TV writer, he is a son of Tom Whedon, a screenwriter for Alice in the 1970s and The Golden Girls in the 1980s, and a grandson of John Whedon, who worked on The Donna Reed Show in the 1950s and The Dick Van Dyke Show in the 1960s. His mother, Ann Lee (née Jeffries) Stearns, originally from Kentucky, was a teacher at Riverdale Country School as Lee Whedon, and an aspiring novelist. His parents had both acted, and appeared in a play together at the Harvard Radcliffe Dramatic Club. Whedon is the younger sibling of Samuel and Matthew Whedon and older sibling of writers Jed and Zack Whedon. At a young age, he showed great interest in British television with series like Masterpiece and Monty Pytho
Kaylee: [about Simon] You shouldn't be so rude to him. Jayne: Why? Cause he's all rich and fanciable?
We didn't fly 86 million miles to track down a box of Band-Aids, Colonel.
Book: How's the girl? Mal: Still a little whimsical in the brainpan. Seems calm enough, though. Mal: [River knocks over a tray of medical instruments; both look her way at the sound of instruments clattering] Mm-hmm. Book: That young man's very brave. Mal: Yeah. [sarcastically] Mal: He's my hero.…
[after Inara has been doing Kaylee's hair and Mal has ordered her out] Mal: You're servicing crew now. Inara Serra: [snickers] In your lonely, pathetic dreams.
That sounds like the Alliance. Unite all the planets under one rule so that everybody can be interfered with or ignored equally.
Zoë: Jayne? Jayne: Hey, I didn't fight in no war. Best o' luck, though.
These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me.
Ladies and menfolk…[holds out a slip of paper]…we have ourselves a job. Take us out of the world, Wash. Got us some crime to be done.
Mal: [after getting tossed out a simulated bar window] Wash, we got some local color happening. A grand entrance would not go amiss. [Zoe comes out fighting a drunk; more join in as Mal takes on the one Zoe knocked down] Mal: Is Jayne even awake? [Jayne comes out fighting two at once, pushing them…
You're a very 'up' person.
Mal: [backed up against the edge of a cliff, facing the drunks from the bar] Oh, ho-ho! There's just an acre of you fellas, isn't there? This is why we lost, you know. Superior numbers. Zoë: Thanks for the reenactment, sir.
Book: So...how do you think it's going? Inara: The caper? Mal knows what he's doing. Book: How long have you known him? Inara: I've been on the ship eight months now. I'm not certain I'll ever actually know the captain.
Sheriff Bourne: We had some, uh, unrelated trouble. His story had kind of an odor to it. Inara Serra: Yes, it's not the only thing about him that does.
Niska: Oh, you do not like I kill this man? Mal: Oh no, I'm sure he was a...very bad person.
Mal: [on Niska] He's not the first psycho to hire us. Nor the last. You think that's a commentary on us? Zoë: I just have an image in my head of a guy hanging from the ceiling. Mal: I've got an image of it not being me. Let's do the thing.