Firefly

[Kaylee chases River into the kitchen area and takes back the apple. She holds it up to the others in the kitchen triumphantly.]

Kaylee:
[panting] No power in the 'verse... can stop me!

[Zoe and Wash are back at the table, eating apples and chuckling at Kaylee and River.]

Zoe:
[holding up an apple to Wash, before cutting it with her knife] These really are the genuine article. I could get used to being rich.

Wash:
It's Jayne being so generous with his cut that confuses and frightens me.

Zoe:
It does kind of freeze the blood.

Kaylee:
Zoe, how come you always cut your apples?

Wash:
[to Zoe] You do?

Kaylee:
[to Wash] Her and Cap'n both. Whenever we get fresh fruit, they never just munch on 'em.

Zoe:
[pauses, then replies to Kaylee] You know what a griswald is?

Jayne:
[just walking in] It's a grenade.

Zoe:
About the size of a battery, responds to pressure. Our platoon was stuck in a trench outside of New Casmir during the winter campaign. More than a week, completely cut off, and the Alliance entrenched not ten yards away. We even got to talkin' to 'em, yelling across insults and jokes and such, 'cause [there was] no ammo to speak of, no orders, so what're you gonna do? We mentioned that we were out of rations and ten minutes later, a bunch of apples rained into the trench.

Wash:
[hurriedly to Kaylee] And they grew into a big tree, and they all climbed up the tree to a magical land with unicorns and a harp.

(Jayne flicks his knife open and stabs it into a nearby apple, causing Wash to jump)

Kaylee:
Blew off their heads, huh?

Zoe:
Cap'n said wait, but they were so hungry...Don't make much noise, just little pops and there's three guys that kinda just...end at the rib cage.

(silence)

Wash:
But these apples are healthsome, and good.

Jayne:
Yeah, grenades cost extra.

Mal:
[walks into the kitchen and picks up an apple] We are about 20,000 miles from our last drop, people, then we can take a break and start thinking about spending some of this money.

(River sits nearby, her cheer gone, looking nauseous- none of the other crew members notice, and they cheer at the Captain's announcement..)

Wash:
[whispering to Zoe] Could have made a little more.

Mal:
[replying at normal level to Wash, despite his whispers] That wasn't a bad idea, Wash, but...eliminating the middle man, never as simple as it sounds.

Wash:
[Looks at Zoe, who looks away] You heard about my —

Mal:
About 50% of the human race is middlemen and they don't take kindly to being eliminated. This quadrant...we play nice. Got enemies enough as it is.