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Firefly
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| Title: | Heart of Gold |
| Episode Number: | 13 |
| Season: | 1 |
| Season Episode #.: | 13 |
| Production Number: | 1AGE10 |
| Original Airdate: | Unaired |
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The crew comes to the aid of a bordello when its madam, an old acquaintance of Inara's, asks for help after a gunslinger claims a prostitute's bay is his and he's taking it because his wife is barren.
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| This episode was supposed to be scheduled as episode #14.
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| Ranse Burgess: And if you decide to close your legs for once in your life and that baby hasn't been born by the time I'm ready -- I'll cut it out of ya.
| Wash: They didn't ask for you, Mal. Call's for Inara.
Inara: I'll take it in my shuttle.
Wash: I'll send it back there.
Mal: This distress call wouldn't be taking place in someone's pants, would it?
| Zoe: No one's gonna force you to go, Jayne. As has been stated -- this job's strictly speculative.
Jayne: Good. 'cause I don't know these folks. Don't much care to.
Mal: They're whores.
Jayne: I'm in.
| Jayne: That's the whorehouse?
Inara: Yes
Jayne: How come it looks like a frozen dinner pack?
Kaylee: It's solar sheeting. Cheap power.
Jayne: Hope the whores is prettier'n the house.
| Mal: I'm gonna fight a man, it helps to size him up.
Nandi: Well, he'll be at the theatre tonight, that's a certainty.
Mal: Then so will I. Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm?
Inara: Will you wash it first?
| Mal: You ladies all locked and loaded?
Lucy: Yes, sir.
Mal: Good. Remember, shoot the man, not the horse. Dead horse is cover, live horse is a great pile of panic.
| Ranse Burgess: PETALINE! YOU BRING MY BOY OUT! RIGHT NOW! YOU HEAR ME? I WANT TO SEE MY SON!
(Petaline walks out, holding her newborn baby on one hand and a gun on the other.)
Petaline: Rance... this is Jonah. (to his baby, Jonah) Jonah, say hello to your daddy.
(Peteline shoots Ranse with her gun.)
Petaline: Say goodbye to your daddy, Jonah.
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