Firefly

Durran:
How long have you been with him?

Mal:
Oh— pfft! We are not together.

Saffron:
He's my husband.

Mal:
Well, who in the damn galaxy ain't?!

. . .

[The police, whom Durran so wisely signalled for upon discovering "Yolanda", are arriving.]

Saffron:
Durran, peaches... just call them off. Tell them it was a mistake.

Durran:
You need help, Yolanda.

Saffron:
I'll do anything you want me to. You know how I can make you feel.

Durran:
Hmm. Please. You're embarrassing yourself.

[She spin-kicks him to the floor, knocking him unconscious.]

Saffron:
I'm embarrassing? Who's the dupe on the floor?

Mal:
I hate to bring up our imminent arrest during your crazy time, but we gotta go.