[After love-making, Zoe just wants to sleep.]
Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.
It is not!
You're acting Captain. You know what happens, you fall asleep?
Jayne slits my throat and takes over?
That's right.
And we can't stop it?
I wash my hands of it. Hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery.
You could lock the door. Keep the power-hungry maniac at bay.
Don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing. "Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower... somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpsified and gross—" [Zoe hits him with a pillow]









