Firefly

[After love-making, Zoe just wants to sleep.]

Wash:
Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.

Zoe:
It is not!

Wash:
You're acting Captain. You know what happens, you fall asleep?

Zoe:
Jayne slits my throat and takes over?

Wash:
That's right.

Zoe:
And we can't stop it?

Wash:
I wash my hands of it. Hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery.

Zoe:
You could lock the door. Keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.

Wash:
Don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing. "Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower... somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross—" [Zoe hits him with a pillow]