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or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Joss Whedon
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| Wow! When we got cancelled, I thought I'd never get to say this, River... | |
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| Well, this is a space opera with no weirdo aliens, no zappy blaster guns, and everybody talks like they're Texans. | |
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| ...but now we're in a movie, and it's not like there's gonna be a sequel or anything... | |
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| I mean, this kind of stuff only appeals to people who hand paint plastic models of the Enterprise-C or possibly that robot from The Black Hole. | |
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| I can beat you up, you know. | |
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