Firefly

[Mal and Zoe are in the empty shuttle, preparing to leave.]

Mal:
Lucrative as this stuff is, I'll be glad to see the last of it. [loading the stolen medical supplies] Kind of makes us a target for—

Zoe:
[checking controls and dials] Was River in here messing around? The ignition sequence is all turned about, I can't even—

Wash:
[entering] I can.

Mal:
Well, get it set, would you, Wash? We gotta get moving.

Wash:
Here's a funny twist. No.

Mal:
No, what?

Wash:
No, sir.

Zoe:
You changed the sequence?

Wash:
Didn't want you taking off without me. In fact, didn't want you taking off at all. Thought I might take this run instead— me and the captain.

Mal:
The captain who's standing right here, telling you that's not going to happen?

Wash:
Well, it's a dangerous mission sir. [looking at Zoe] I can't stand the thought of something happening that might cause you two to come back with another thrilling tale of bonding and adventure. I just can't take that right now.

Mal:
Okay [chuckling], um... I'm lost. Uh... I'm angry. And, I'm armed. So, if you two have something that you need to work out—

Zoe:
It's all right, sir. We've dealt with Bash before. Shouldn't be a problem. [stands to leave] And I wouldn't mind sitting this one out. [stares down Wash]

Mal:
Oh, this is a fine [mutters in Chinese] but I don't have time to unwind it. Wash [nodding at Wash, clearly annoyed] get her started. Zoe, ship is yours.

[Zoe leaves.]

Wash:
Bye, hon. [sarcastic] We promise not to stop for beers with the fellas! [Turning to Mal,] So... are we gonna sing army songs or something?

[The shuttle takes off.]