Post by H. "Wash" Washburn on Mar 28, 2006 19:49:17 GMT -5
Ahem. Uh quotes.
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[Mal and Wash are being tortured] You know me and Zoe got a history - and I figure you gotta be asking yourself some fairly fundamental questions about the nature of that history...
Wash: [laughing weakly to himself as if he's not buying it] You never slept with my wife.
Mal: You know that for a fact, do you? You ever ask her?
[they get electrocuted again, Mal keeps after Wash]
Mal: We were together good long time before you come around, Wash. And she is a damn fine lookin' woman.
Wash: [weakly] Never happened... know how I know?
Mal: How. Tell me, Wash.
Wash: The whole "captain" thing isn't Zoe's trouble. It's the guy-she-never-slept-with thing. Hell, Mal - I wish you had slept with her! Then at least she'd be over it!
Mal: You *want* me to sleep with her? That make you feel better?
Wash: It might!
Mal: Imagine it'd do wonders for her, too.
Wash: Screw you!
Mal: Get in line!
[they get zapped again. Mel sees that Wash is fading]
Mal: Okay. Gonna do it, then. Wash? Wash! First thing, we get back - I'm taking your wife into my bed. Gonna get me a piece'a -
[Wash's eyes snap open, and they both get zapped again]
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Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoë: [kisses the top of his head] Yes, dear. You done good. But this is a one time thing, so I suggest you savor it.
Mal: [Mal enters dining area] Did you tell her?
Wash: [looks up warily] Tell her what?
Mal: [to Zoë] Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really.
Wash: [looking a bit panicky] What? Mal, come on ...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make it a fair fight for your womanly affections ...
Wash: No! That was just the torture talking...
[looking up at Zoë pleading]
Wash: Remember? The torture?
Mal: [walks to Zoë, takes one of her hands and places it on his hip, then with his other hand, moves some hair off her shoulder, sporting a deadpan expression] Private, it's a difficult mission - but you and I have to get it on.
Zoë: [looks at Wash who is struggling to get to his feet, then looks back at Mal and puts her free hand on his shoulder. Also with a deadpan expression] I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: [Jayne who has just begun to enter the dining hall, hearing this looks up with a very uncomfortable look on his face] Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettlin'.
Wash: [as Mal and Zoë get closer to kiss - looking like two teenagers on their first date, Wash steps in grabs Zoë's arm and pulls her to the door of the dining hall] We'll be in our bunk.
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[Mal and Wash are being tortured] You know me and Zoe got a history - and I figure you gotta be asking yourself some fairly fundamental questions about the nature of that history...
Wash: [laughing weakly to himself as if he's not buying it] You never slept with my wife.
Mal: You know that for a fact, do you? You ever ask her?
[they get electrocuted again, Mal keeps after Wash]
Mal: We were together good long time before you come around, Wash. And she is a damn fine lookin' woman.
Wash: [weakly] Never happened... know how I know?
Mal: How. Tell me, Wash.
Wash: The whole "captain" thing isn't Zoe's trouble. It's the guy-she-never-slept-with thing. Hell, Mal - I wish you had slept with her! Then at least she'd be over it!
Mal: You *want* me to sleep with her? That make you feel better?
Wash: It might!
Mal: Imagine it'd do wonders for her, too.
Wash: Screw you!
Mal: Get in line!
[they get zapped again. Mel sees that Wash is fading]
Mal: Okay. Gonna do it, then. Wash? Wash! First thing, we get back - I'm taking your wife into my bed. Gonna get me a piece'a -
[Wash's eyes snap open, and they both get zapped again]
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Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoë: [kisses the top of his head] Yes, dear. You done good. But this is a one time thing, so I suggest you savor it.
Mal: [Mal enters dining area] Did you tell her?
Wash: [looks up warily] Tell her what?
Mal: [to Zoë] Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really.
Wash: [looking a bit panicky] What? Mal, come on ...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make it a fair fight for your womanly affections ...
Wash: No! That was just the torture talking...
[looking up at Zoë pleading]
Wash: Remember? The torture?
Mal: [walks to Zoë, takes one of her hands and places it on his hip, then with his other hand, moves some hair off her shoulder, sporting a deadpan expression] Private, it's a difficult mission - but you and I have to get it on.
Zoë: [looks at Wash who is struggling to get to his feet, then looks back at Mal and puts her free hand on his shoulder. Also with a deadpan expression] I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: [Jayne who has just begun to enter the dining hall, hearing this looks up with a very uncomfortable look on his face] Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettlin'.
Wash: [as Mal and Zoë get closer to kiss - looking like two teenagers on their first date, Wash steps in grabs Zoë's arm and pulls her to the door of the dining hall] We'll be in our bunk.
