Firefly

[After closing the bridge door, Saffron grabs Wash's hand and pulls him close. They stare at the stars.]

Saffron:
Do you know the myth of Earth-That-Was?

Wash:
Not so much.

Saffron:
That when she was born, she had no sky, and was open, inviting. And the stars would rush into her, through the skin of her…

Wash:
Huh.

Saffron:
...making the oceans boil with sensation. And when she could endure no more ecstasy, she puffed up her cheeks and blew out the sky.

Wash:
Whoa. Good myth.

. . .

Saffron:
Make this night what it should be. Please? Show me the stars.

Wash:
Wuh duh ma huh ta duh fung-kwong duh wai-shung doh... I wish I was somebody else right now. Somebody not… married, not... madly in love with a beautiful woman who... can... kill me with her pinkie!