Sheriff Bourne: You mind telling me, uh, when it was you last spoke to Joey Bloggs? Mal: Never did, myself. Sheriff Bourne: Right. Your uncle. And it was indicated to you that, uh, Joey had an opening? Mal: Any job would do. Sheriff Bourne: It's funny your Uncle never went to mentioning the Bowden's…
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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
Inara: You have such lovely hair. I'm sure the doctor would agree. Kaylee: Who? Simon? No, he's much too—I mean I'm just—do you think it looks better up? Inara: We can experiment. We might even get wild later and wash your face.
Jayne: [the three of them are playing Chinese checkers; to Mal] Your move. [Mal jumps four marbles] Zoë: That's a bold move. Mal: I live on the edge. [Zoe jumps six of his marbles] Jayne: Nice work, dumbass. Mal: [as Zoe chuckles] I've given some thought to moving off the edge. Not an ideal…
[Jayne takes out Crow with leg shot] Mal: Nice shot! Jayne: [sitting on the floor, drugged] I was aiming for his head.
Book: I wish I could help. [Inara turns to face him & he realizes what he said] I mean...I don't wanna help—not help help, but—not with the thieving, but— [Inara smiles, tries not to laugh] Book: I do feel awfully useless. Inara: You could always pray they make it back safely. Book: I don't think…
Simon: So, what are we doing? Kaylee: [looks up] Oh, crime. Simon: Crime! Good! Okay! Crime. Kaylee: It's a train heist. See we fly over the train car, the captain and Zoë sneak in, we lower Jayne onto the car, and they bundle up the booty, and we haul 'em all back up. Easy as lyin'. Simon: So…
Kaylee: So, what happened? Another terrible brawl? Zoë: [smiling] Oddly enough, there was. Wash: Are you getting my wife into trouble? Mal: Wha—I didn't start it. I just wanted a quiet drink. Zoë: Funny sir how you always seem to find yourself in an Alliance-friendly bar come 'U' day... looking for…
Jayne: [as Lund raises a gun] Hey, hey, hey, them ain't kosherized rules. Lund: I'm thinkin' somebody needs to put you down, dog. What do you think? Mal: I'm thinking we'll rise again. [Serenity rises into view behind them] Wash: [over loudspeaker] Every man there go back inside, or we will blow a…
Simon: [looking at Mal's swollen knuckles] I expect there's someone's face feels differently. Mal: Well, they tell ya, 'Never hit a man with a closed fist.' But it is, on occasion, hilarious. Simon: Hmm. I suppose so.
Mal: Whatever happens, remember I love you. Zoë: Sir? Mal: Because you're my wife. Zoë: Right. Sir. Honey.
Sheriff Bourne: You were truthful back in town. These are tough times. A man can get a job. He might not look too close at what that job is. But a man learns all the details of a situation like ours... well... then he has a choice. Mal: I don't believe he does.
Time for some thrilling heroics.
Inara: Mal, if you're being a gentleman, I may die of shock. Mal: Have you got time to do my hair? Inara: Out!
Mal: Now, this is all the money Niska gave us in advance. You bring it back to him. Tell him the job didn't work out. We're not thieves. But we are thieves. Point is, we're not takin' what's his. Now we'll stay out of his way as best we can from here on in. You explain that's best for everyone,…
Zoë: Sir, is there some information, we might maybe be lacking, as to why there's an entire fedsquad sitting on this train? Mal: It doesn't concern us. Zoë: It kinda concerns me. Mal: I mean they're not protecting the goods. If they were, they wouldn't be letting people past 'em. Zoë: You don't…
Lund: [drunk] Hey, you gonna drink t'the Alliance with me? Six years today, the Alliance sent the Browncoats runnin', pissin' their pants. You know, your coat is kind of a brownish color. Mal: It was on sale. [drinks] Lund: You didn't toast. Y'know, I'm thinkin' you're one o' them In'apendants. Mal:…
Inara Serra: A companion chooses her own clients. That's guild law. But physical appearance doesn't matter so terribly. You look for a compatibility of spirit... There's an energy about a person that's difficult to hide. You try to feel that... Mal: [walks in] And then you try to feel the energy of…
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with 'til ya understand who's in ruttin' command here. Now we're finishing this deal…[breathing becomes a little more labored]…and then maybe, maybe we'll come back for those morons who got themselves caught. You…
Mal: Well, what about you, Shepherd? How come you're flying about with us brigands? I mean, shouldn't you be off bringing religiosity to the fuzzy-wuzzies or some such? Book: Oh, I got heathens aplenty right here. Mal: If I'm your mission, Shepherd, best give it up. You're welcome on my boat. God…
Sir, I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.