Firefly

[River is hiding from Book, freaked out by his enormous unbundled mane of white hair.]

River:
They say the snow on the roof is too heavy. They say the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.

Book:
River? Please, why don't you come on out?

River:
No! Can't. Too much hair.

Book:
Is— is that it?

Zoe:
Hell, yes, preacher. If I didn't have stuff to get done, I'd be in there with her.

. . .

Zoe:
River, honey, he's putting the hair away now.

[Book starts to tie his hair back.]

River:
Doesn't matter. It'll still be there. Waiting.