Firefly

[Mal practices cocking and aiming his gun in the dining area when Inara comes up behind him.]

Inara:
Hi.

Mal:
BWAH!

Inara:
[laughing] Sorry! Didn't mean to startle.

Mal:
You didn't! I was just, uh… "BWAH!" That's more like a… It's a warrior like... Strikes fear into the… hearts of… You know, not altogether wise, sneaking up on a fellow when he's handling his weapon.

Inara:
I'm sure I've heard that said. But… perhaps the dining area isn't the place for this sort of thing.

Mal:
What do ya mean? It's the only place with a table big enough.

Inara:
Of course. In that case, every well-bred petty crook knows that the small concealable weapons always go to the far left of the place setting.

. . .

[Inara departs. Mal melodramatically draws his gun.]

Mal:
Bwah.