Gina Torres: Zoë Washburne

War Stories

Zoë Washburne

Zoë: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killin'?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

[last lines]
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: Mmmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoë Washburne: Yes, dear. You done good.
Mal: Ow.
[sighs]
Mal: Did you tell her?
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: Tell her what?
Mal: Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë Washburne: Really?
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: What? Mal, come on.
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make a fair fight for your womanly affections.
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: No. That was the torture talking. Remember the torture?
Mal: I know it's a difficult mission but you and I... have to get it on.
Zoë Washburne: I understand. We have no choice.
[deadpan]
Zoë Washburne: Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne Cobb: Now, something about that is just downright unsettling.
[Clattering]
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: We'll be in our bunk.
Jayne Cobb: Oh, hey. Free soup.

[Mal is struggling with a guy who spent several hours torturing him; Jayne aims a gun at the torturer]
Zoë: Jayne. This is something the captain has to do for himself.
Mal: No. No, it's not!
Zoë: Oh!
[Jayne, Zoë and Wash shoot]

[Zoë has brought money to buy back Mal and Wash from Niska]
Niska: I think this is not enough. Not enough for two. But sufficient, perhaps, for one. Ah, you now hav...
Zoë: [points at Wash] Him.
[beat]
Zoë: I'm sorry, you were going to ask me to choose, right? Do you wanna finish?

Zoë Washburne: We're getting him back.
Jayne: What are we gonna do - clone him?
Dr. Simon Tam: Well, it's a clean cut. With the right equipment, I should be able to re-attach it. That's assuming there's a head.

Zoë: [regarding Wash's idea for the medicine] I thought your plan was risky! I thought!
Wash: Then tell me! I am a large, semi-muscular man. I can take it. Don't hide behind Mal cause you know he'll shoot it down for you!
Zoë: Right, cause what this marriage needs is one more shouting match!
Wash: No, what this marriage needs is one less husband. Right now it's kinda crowded.

Wash: ...and then came the lying to me about it, which for me is sort of the highlight of this little adventure!
Zoë: Is there any way I'm gonna get out of this with honor and dignity?
Wash: You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lamby-toes.

Zoë Washburne: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Shepherd Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

Zoë Washburne: Jayne, get your weapon.
Jayne Cobb: Why? What's going on?
Zoë Washburne: Maybe nothing. Maybe trouble.
Jayne Cobb: The drop?
Zoë Washburne: They're late. They should have been back more than an hour ago. We go by ground. We'll take the Mule.
Shepherd Book: I'll go with you.
Zoë Washburne: No offense, Shepherd, but I sure as hell hope they don't need a preacher.