Firefly

(Mal bursts in on Saffron, gun drawn)

Mal:
Honey, I'm home.

(Saffron tries to grab the gun away, but Mal wrestles her onto the bed.)

Mal:
Looks like you get that wedding night after all.

(Saffron fights back harder and they end up on the floor.)

Mal:
It's the first time, darlin', I think you should be gentle with me.

Saffron:
You gonna kill me?

Mal:
Can you conjure up a terribly compelling reason for me not to?

Saffron:
I didn't kill you.

Mal:
You handed me and my crew over to those that would kill us. That buys you nothing.

Saffron:
[smiles] I made you dinner.

Mal:
Why the act? All the seduction games, the dancin' around folk, there has to be an easier way to steal.

Saffron:
You're assuming the point is the paycheck.

Mal:
I'm not assuming anything at this point.

Saffron:
How'd you find me?

Mal:
Only a couple places that shuttle would make it to from where you left… happy to find it intact.

Saffron:
You're quite a man, Malcolm Reynolds. [Seductively] I've been waiting a long time for someone good enough to take me down.

Mal:
Saffron, you even think about playing me again I will riddle you with holes.

Saffron:
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.

Mal:
You've got all kinds o' learnin' and you made me look the fool without even trying, yet here I am, with a gun to your head. That's 'cause I got people with me. People who trust each other, who do for each other, and ain't always lookin' for the advantage.

Saffron:
Promise me you're gonna kill me soon.

Mal:
(gets off her) Oh, you already know I ain't gonna.

Saffron:
(sits up) You know, you did pretty well. Most men, they're on me inside of ten minutes. Not trying to teach me to be strong and the like.

Mal:
I got one question for you, just one thing I'd like to know, straight up.

Saffron:
Ask me.

Mal:
What's your real name?

(Saffron stares at him, then opens her mouth to answer, he pistol-whips her unconscious)

Mal:
You'd only lie to me anyhow.