Firefly

[Badger notices River wandering into the cargo bay]

Badger:
Who's that, then? Here, look at me. What's your story, love?

Simon:
She's just a... just a passenger.

Badger:
Yeah? Why ain't she talkin'? Got a secret?

Simon:
No, I'm—

River:
[suddenly speaking in Badger's own Cockney accent] Sure. I got a secret. More'n one. Don't seem like I'd tell 'em to you, now, do it? Anyone off Dyton colony knows better'n to talk to strangers. [pokes Badger in the chest] You're talkin' loud enough for the both of us, ain't ya? I've met a dozen like you. Skipped off home early. Minor grift jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lockdown, but less than you claim. And you're what? A petty thief with delusions o' standing? Sad little king of a sad little hill.

Badger:
Nice to see someone from the old homestead.

River:
Not really. [to Simon] Call me if anyone interesting shows up. [Leaves]

Badger:
[grinning] I like her.