De Duistere Triade
Je zal het al wel in de krant hebben gelezen, en 't is oud nieuws, maar een beetje game mainstream moet ik toch een bediscussiëren.
Volgens recent gepubliceerd onderzoek van dr. Jonason van universiteit van New Mexico vallen vrouwen het meest op narcistische, macchiavellistische, pyschopatische adrenalinejunkies. En liefst samen.
Wim
Volgens recent gepubliceerd onderzoek van dr. Jonason van universiteit van New Mexico vallen vrouwen het meest op narcistische, macchiavellistische, pyschopatische adrenalinejunkies. En liefst samen.
Wim
Labels: aantrekking, game, vrouwen
Ochtendhumeur
Soms als je opstaat voel je je miserabel en zwakjes, soms voel je je geweldig alsof je de hele wereld aankan. Ik heb me dikwijls afgevraagd wat die conjunctuur veroorzaakt.
Volgens mij is de oorzaak daarvan de laatste droom die je hebt gehad. Je initiële gemoedstoestand is als het ware een continuatie van hetgene je voelde in die droom (die je al dan niet kan herinneren). Ik droomde bijvoorbeeld bij het wakker worden dat ik telkens iets moest vinden, waarvan het bleek dat het niet juist was en moest ik weer ergens anders achteraan hollen, en ik voel me vandaag een beetje onzeker van mezelf.
Wim
Volgens mij is de oorzaak daarvan de laatste droom die je hebt gehad. Je initiële gemoedstoestand is als het ware een continuatie van hetgene je voelde in die droom (die je al dan niet kan herinneren). Ik droomde bijvoorbeeld bij het wakker worden dat ik telkens iets moest vinden, waarvan het bleek dat het niet juist was en moest ik weer ergens anders achteraan hollen, en ik voel me vandaag een beetje onzeker van mezelf.
Wim
Labels: dromen, inner game, opstaan
Aides
Angkor Tom Foto
Een andere oud-collega die Tom heet, zit nu in Maleisië, niet in Duitsland. Dus om het verschil te maken zal ik hem Angkor Tom noemen :)
Ik buitel net op zijn fotoblog en ik ben onder de indruk van de prachtige compositie van zijn foto's. Check it out.
Wim
Ik buitel net op zijn fotoblog en ik ben onder de indruk van de prachtige compositie van zijn foto's. Check it out.
Wim
Juin
De laatste OutOfOffice-party van het schooljaar was een Havana Club editie. Maar waarom hebben ze niet plaats tijdens de zomer? Het is net niet voor studenten, dus net als het het hoogstnodige is, houden ze ermee op.
En extreem vlotjes naar het werk gereden, maar twee uur stilgestaan op de weg terug. En stil is stil, he, met uit je auto stappen voor een halfuurke.
Wim
En extreem vlotjes naar het werk gereden, maar twee uur stilgestaan op de weg terug. En stil is stil, he, met uit je auto stappen voor een halfuurke.
Wim
A Second Life
A young man approached this post, opened his mouth as but to speak, and snorted,
“Signor Pook! Or how is it that you like to be called, Monsieur Pook? Well then, bon jour! There is French salutation for your French slop!”
Counterfeit not the time, goodly sir. Speak your complaint.
“All you do in these posts is rattle and prattle about women and dreams and things. Tell me, in direct and utter language, why I do not right now have a woman in my arms.”
When you say you don’t have women, you are choosing it.
“This is cruel,” he whispered. But it is the truth. You know you can go out right now and get a girl. The girl might be a fat hag, but nevertheless, she is a girl. You CHOOSE to not go for the fat hag and decide that you are worth more.
Loneliness isn’t some cruel conspiracy from Nature; it is your choice. So you have chosen not to be with the ugly fat women.
Now that you have acknowledged that you choose the beautiful women, it means you think they are right for you. Even though you might be a skinny socially insecure dork, you believe you have inside you what it takes to get the beautiful woman.
So you must go out and demo it to reality. Nature says, “You silly little dork! Who are you to think that you can get my lovely nymphs, the beautiful women?” The proper response is: “I will show you who I really am!”
And one by one you become yourself, you reconnect all your dreams to the day. You don’t bulk up because women ‘like’ big guys. You do it because that is how you see yourself. You don’t become the life of the party because women ‘like’ those guys. You do it because that is who you are. You do not become Don Juan because that is what women crave, you do it because it is who you are.
What is life to you?
It is the pattern of our age that value is placed on living a long life. Because of this pattern of value being place on having a long life, it is easy to lose sight that the reason we hope to live long is so we have more time to live worthily.
What does it mean to live worthily? This is something that only you can define. People have lots of opinions on what you should do with your life, but when the day comes that you are on your deathbed, knowing the imminent is possible, you’re the one that has to reflect upon the choices you made.
So… what is life to you?
I am not asking you to do this or that with your life, but I am only asking you to pause for a moment and think. What is life to you? Stop and look.
Many people do not stop to consider. They relive their parent’s life, only to produce children who will live like them! They want money so they spend their time to get it, only to use that money to buy back time. They always place their minds in the future and never in the present, thus they don’t live in the present or in the future. They lose the moments… and in the end, that is all we have. This trading of time for money, or money for time, or present for future, or future for present is not a pure exchange, life gets destroyed in the transaction.
Change is hard.
Being a Nice Guy is the easiest thing to do. But in the end, the Nice Guy is a trap, the trap being the womb of security the Nice Guy keeps running into.
Routine is easy. Change or anything new, this is hard. To take your lifelong habits and alter them, this takes some pain. It will be the pain of shrugging off the old life, the life your parents gave you, the life your school gave you, the life your friends shared with you, the life that everyone expects you to live… except yourself.
You only have one life and only have a certain amount of time. You may have been raised to believe that life is not meant to be enjoyed, but something to bare, to be painfully suffered through. It is the belief that if you’re having too much fun, then you’re not doing enough ‘stuff’.
Who says life is not meant to be enjoyed? And who is meant to define that but you? Those who have this way of thought will think:
“Approaching women!? OH NO! Too painful!”
“Having a girlfriend is like having another job.”
“Women just require too much work to be enjoyed.”
Who says that women are not meant to be enjoyed? Who says that life is not meant to be enjoyed? And who is meant to define that but you?
“Life is whatever happens.”
Who says that? Who says you have to suffer?
With all that is out there to achieve and enjoy, to discover and see, who is to say that it is not yours? Who is to say that you don’t deserve joy in your life? Who is to say you don’t deserve the hot babes? And why do you sit on the sidelines and surrender it to others? Who’s to say all these things are not yours?
You define your life. Not your grandparents, church, or friends. When you give up those rules to someone else, YOU are to blame if you don’t like where you are at.
We are not raised this way. We are taught when we are young that it is noble to suffer. We are taught to not speak our mind else we might ‘offend’ someone. We are taught to be ‘quiet and good’ when your parents dragged you to places you hated. We are taught to sit through the monstrosity called education, making us confused that education comes only with pain, thus we naturally avoid pleasurable education the rest of our life. We are taught to always avoid risks when possible and embrace a nice secure life. We are taught… nothing that makes us alive.
Some people think that we are meant to suffer each day, to gruel through the time and bear the scourge of daily agonies. If you believe you are underemployed, ask yourself, “Is my life dictated by my FEAR of not having a job or is it launched by the PLEASURE of working a job I like and getting more money?” If you do not have a woman, ask yourself, “Am I focusing on minimizing the pains of approaching, dating, and loving or am I focused on obtaining the pleasures of such wonder?”
Most people will never start a business because nine out of ten companies fail. But those that win, in the end, even if they fail at first keep trying because they are motivated by the pleasure of getting the business, not by minimizing pain and insecurity.
And many guys will never get a girl they want because they realize they will fail more often then they succeed. But those that win in the end do so by focusing on the pleasures of success rather than the pain of failure.
So if you have no women, it means you think you are better then what you can get. You can either go out to show the world what you are, or you can come up with another ‘daily excuse’. In order for that happy tomorrow to occur, you need to start today.
You set the rules for your life. It will have as much pain, joy, and success you think you deserve. The world now begins with you. What is your world going to be?
Most People Fake Happiness
There is a great myth that everyone, amazingly, believes: that everyone else is happy, having fun, living life, and you, all alone, are miserable. That everyone is out there, having amazing glorious sex, while you must content yourself with pornos.
This isn’t true. Most people are in the exact same spot as you are. And those ‘glorious unions’ you see everywhere? Most of them are simply scared of being alone, so they go off and grab the nearest available person. The others are 'lying' together with vanity.
The big secret is that happy people aren’t as happy as they appear. Many happy people are actually covering up their real problems. But what do you do? You see one of these ‘happy’ people and then you get unhappy at them! You make yourselves miserable as you arrow nasty thoughts from your mind at them, and they don’t even know you.
You think, “It must be nice to be happy. They were born to the right parents, to the right environment. I wish I was like them. I wish I grew up where they did.”
You think, “I have all these great qualities about myself. Why can’t someone see it?” Well, no one sees it because they are too worried about themselves. Women are not ignoring you; they too are worried about themselves. When you go out with a foxy lady, she will be worried about how she acts, about how you think of her.
Life is meant to be lived, life is meant to be grabbed on to, life is meant to be defined by you. No one may define your life, not your parents, not people on the Internet, no one.
A Second Life
Now your life belongs to yourself. What are you going to do with it? This Gift of life is yours and yours alone. It truly is the only thing no one can take away. Only you can give it away, to chunk it, to toss it into the abyss of time. But no longer will you do that.
Before, you crawled and inched your way through life. Now, cocooned and reabsorbed with your new thoughts, you molt off your old life and begin a new one. The other caterpillars, feeding on their grubs and inching in circles, look up at the sky to see you blaze by.
“How can he fly so high?”
“How is he so colorful?”
“How can he be so free?”
Nothing can stop you now except yourself. You now have the power to do what you’ve always dreamed, what are you going to do? The inner light of who you really are has broken out and will dazzle the world. You are so lucky, for you have saved your life. Now you know how precious life is because you were so close to ageing without discovering it.
And so people will notice the new you. Before I came here, I was mad for a girl. Now, that same girl looks at me and stares. “Something is different,” she says. “Something in your eyes… in your face…” Shrugging, she smiled. “It must be the light.”
I kissed her and pulled her to me. "Yes,” I said. “It must be the light."
Pook
“Signor Pook! Or how is it that you like to be called, Monsieur Pook? Well then, bon jour! There is French salutation for your French slop!”
Counterfeit not the time, goodly sir. Speak your complaint.
“All you do in these posts is rattle and prattle about women and dreams and things. Tell me, in direct and utter language, why I do not right now have a woman in my arms.”
When you say you don’t have women, you are choosing it.
“This is cruel,” he whispered. But it is the truth. You know you can go out right now and get a girl. The girl might be a fat hag, but nevertheless, she is a girl. You CHOOSE to not go for the fat hag and decide that you are worth more.
Loneliness isn’t some cruel conspiracy from Nature; it is your choice. So you have chosen not to be with the ugly fat women.
Now that you have acknowledged that you choose the beautiful women, it means you think they are right for you. Even though you might be a skinny socially insecure dork, you believe you have inside you what it takes to get the beautiful woman.
So you must go out and demo it to reality. Nature says, “You silly little dork! Who are you to think that you can get my lovely nymphs, the beautiful women?” The proper response is: “I will show you who I really am!”
And one by one you become yourself, you reconnect all your dreams to the day. You don’t bulk up because women ‘like’ big guys. You do it because that is how you see yourself. You don’t become the life of the party because women ‘like’ those guys. You do it because that is who you are. You do not become Don Juan because that is what women crave, you do it because it is who you are.
What is life to you?
It is the pattern of our age that value is placed on living a long life. Because of this pattern of value being place on having a long life, it is easy to lose sight that the reason we hope to live long is so we have more time to live worthily.
What does it mean to live worthily? This is something that only you can define. People have lots of opinions on what you should do with your life, but when the day comes that you are on your deathbed, knowing the imminent is possible, you’re the one that has to reflect upon the choices you made.
So… what is life to you?
I am not asking you to do this or that with your life, but I am only asking you to pause for a moment and think. What is life to you? Stop and look.
Many people do not stop to consider. They relive their parent’s life, only to produce children who will live like them! They want money so they spend their time to get it, only to use that money to buy back time. They always place their minds in the future and never in the present, thus they don’t live in the present or in the future. They lose the moments… and in the end, that is all we have. This trading of time for money, or money for time, or present for future, or future for present is not a pure exchange, life gets destroyed in the transaction.
Change is hard.
Being a Nice Guy is the easiest thing to do. But in the end, the Nice Guy is a trap, the trap being the womb of security the Nice Guy keeps running into.
Routine is easy. Change or anything new, this is hard. To take your lifelong habits and alter them, this takes some pain. It will be the pain of shrugging off the old life, the life your parents gave you, the life your school gave you, the life your friends shared with you, the life that everyone expects you to live… except yourself.
You only have one life and only have a certain amount of time. You may have been raised to believe that life is not meant to be enjoyed, but something to bare, to be painfully suffered through. It is the belief that if you’re having too much fun, then you’re not doing enough ‘stuff’.
Who says life is not meant to be enjoyed? And who is meant to define that but you? Those who have this way of thought will think:
“Approaching women!? OH NO! Too painful!”
“Having a girlfriend is like having another job.”
“Women just require too much work to be enjoyed.”
Who says that women are not meant to be enjoyed? Who says that life is not meant to be enjoyed? And who is meant to define that but you?
“Life is whatever happens.”
Who says that? Who says you have to suffer?
With all that is out there to achieve and enjoy, to discover and see, who is to say that it is not yours? Who is to say that you don’t deserve joy in your life? Who is to say you don’t deserve the hot babes? And why do you sit on the sidelines and surrender it to others? Who’s to say all these things are not yours?
You define your life. Not your grandparents, church, or friends. When you give up those rules to someone else, YOU are to blame if you don’t like where you are at.
We are not raised this way. We are taught when we are young that it is noble to suffer. We are taught to not speak our mind else we might ‘offend’ someone. We are taught to be ‘quiet and good’ when your parents dragged you to places you hated. We are taught to sit through the monstrosity called education, making us confused that education comes only with pain, thus we naturally avoid pleasurable education the rest of our life. We are taught to always avoid risks when possible and embrace a nice secure life. We are taught… nothing that makes us alive.
Some people think that we are meant to suffer each day, to gruel through the time and bear the scourge of daily agonies. If you believe you are underemployed, ask yourself, “Is my life dictated by my FEAR of not having a job or is it launched by the PLEASURE of working a job I like and getting more money?” If you do not have a woman, ask yourself, “Am I focusing on minimizing the pains of approaching, dating, and loving or am I focused on obtaining the pleasures of such wonder?”
Most people will never start a business because nine out of ten companies fail. But those that win, in the end, even if they fail at first keep trying because they are motivated by the pleasure of getting the business, not by minimizing pain and insecurity.
And many guys will never get a girl they want because they realize they will fail more often then they succeed. But those that win in the end do so by focusing on the pleasures of success rather than the pain of failure.
So if you have no women, it means you think you are better then what you can get. You can either go out to show the world what you are, or you can come up with another ‘daily excuse’. In order for that happy tomorrow to occur, you need to start today.
You set the rules for your life. It will have as much pain, joy, and success you think you deserve. The world now begins with you. What is your world going to be?
Most People Fake Happiness
There is a great myth that everyone, amazingly, believes: that everyone else is happy, having fun, living life, and you, all alone, are miserable. That everyone is out there, having amazing glorious sex, while you must content yourself with pornos.
This isn’t true. Most people are in the exact same spot as you are. And those ‘glorious unions’ you see everywhere? Most of them are simply scared of being alone, so they go off and grab the nearest available person. The others are 'lying' together with vanity.
The big secret is that happy people aren’t as happy as they appear. Many happy people are actually covering up their real problems. But what do you do? You see one of these ‘happy’ people and then you get unhappy at them! You make yourselves miserable as you arrow nasty thoughts from your mind at them, and they don’t even know you.
You think, “It must be nice to be happy. They were born to the right parents, to the right environment. I wish I was like them. I wish I grew up where they did.”
You think, “I have all these great qualities about myself. Why can’t someone see it?” Well, no one sees it because they are too worried about themselves. Women are not ignoring you; they too are worried about themselves. When you go out with a foxy lady, she will be worried about how she acts, about how you think of her.
Life is meant to be lived, life is meant to be grabbed on to, life is meant to be defined by you. No one may define your life, not your parents, not people on the Internet, no one.
A Second Life
Now your life belongs to yourself. What are you going to do with it? This Gift of life is yours and yours alone. It truly is the only thing no one can take away. Only you can give it away, to chunk it, to toss it into the abyss of time. But no longer will you do that.
Before, you crawled and inched your way through life. Now, cocooned and reabsorbed with your new thoughts, you molt off your old life and begin a new one. The other caterpillars, feeding on their grubs and inching in circles, look up at the sky to see you blaze by.
“How can he fly so high?”
“How is he so colorful?”
“How can he be so free?”
Nothing can stop you now except yourself. You now have the power to do what you’ve always dreamed, what are you going to do? The inner light of who you really are has broken out and will dazzle the world. You are so lucky, for you have saved your life. Now you know how precious life is because you were so close to ageing without discovering it.
And so people will notice the new you. Before I came here, I was mad for a girl. Now, that same girl looks at me and stares. “Something is different,” she says. “Something in your eyes… in your face…” Shrugging, she smiled. “It must be the light.”
I kissed her and pulled her to me. "Yes,” I said. “It must be the light."
Pook
Labels: inner game, pook, vrouwen
Want Wanted
Dames, wat is jullie gevoel bij deze uitspraak:
To be male is to WANT, to be female is to be WANTED.
Wim
PS. En als je de neiging voelt politiek correct te zijn, mail me dan liever discreet en eerlijk in plaats van eraan toe te geven ;)
To be male is to WANT, to be female is to be WANTED.
Wim
PS. En als je de neiging voelt politiek correct te zijn, mail me dan liever discreet en eerlijk in plaats van eraan toe te geven ;)
Labels: aantrekking, mannen, vrouwen
Joe le Taxi
Daarnet was er gelukkig voldoende file dat ik nog (ah!) een mooi liedje op de radio hoorde. Ik dacht, de lyrics onthouden dan kan ik sebiet de titel opzoeken... maar als het refrein constant gaat "Joe le Taxi", dan weet je het al wel :)
't Is ne ouwe, van Vanessa Paradis toen ze 14 was (toen was ze nog ni den Depp z'n wuvve).
De volgende ah! kwam toen ik besefte dat het chachacha was! Dus bijgevolg wacht ik nu tot ik er een keer chachacha op kan dansen.
't Is ne ouwe, van Vanessa Paradis toen ze 14 was (toen was ze nog ni den Depp z'n wuvve).
De volgende ah! kwam toen ik besefte dat het chachacha was! Dus bijgevolg wacht ik nu tot ik er een keer chachacha op kan dansen.
Labels: chachacha, joe le taxi, muziek, vanessa paradis
Boink Klengel Mviiiiiit
t' Is toch nog al ne zever met die herstellingen.
Eerst hoor ik dat om een raamke te fiksen ik mijn auto een maand kwijt ben (vervangen door een Ford KA! KA! KA! KAAA!), is alles dan een bekke in orde, belt de leasing maatschappij dat ze niet content zijn. Die auto moet verhuist worden van garage A naar garage B.
Door mij.
Geweldig. Hebben ze daar geen firma's voor? Moet ik weer zien dat ik van hier naar ginder en terug geraak, twee bagnollen jonglerend.
Wim de Car Cowboy
Eerst hoor ik dat om een raamke te fiksen ik mijn auto een maand kwijt ben (vervangen door een Ford KA! KA! KA! KAAA!), is alles dan een bekke in orde, belt de leasing maatschappij dat ze niet content zijn. Die auto moet verhuist worden van garage A naar garage B.
Door mij.
Geweldig. Hebben ze daar geen firma's voor? Moet ik weer zien dat ik van hier naar ginder en terug geraak, twee bagnollen jonglerend.
Wim de Car Cowboy
Don't Delay
Boink Klengel
Vandaag toch een pechdag. Ik bedenk mezelf nog, niet het autoraam naar beneden doen. Ja, da's buiten de grootste kracht in het menselijk brein gerekend: de Macht der Gewoonte (duizenden aanbidders roepen vol ontzag aan de rand van de vulkaan, bliksem slaat in op de achtergrond).
Eén druk op een knopje en het raam gaat omlaag.
Zesendertig drukjes op een ander knopje en het raam blijft omlaag.
Kreun. In de garage waar ik nog rap langsreed konden ze niets doen. Dus dan maar al het steelbare uit mijn ros gehaald en met een bang hartje gaan slapen.
D'OH!
Wim
Eén druk op een knopje en het raam gaat omlaag.
Zesendertig drukjes op een ander knopje en het raam blijft omlaag.
Kreun. In de garage waar ik nog rap langsreed konden ze niets doen. Dus dan maar al het steelbare uit mijn ros gehaald en met een bang hartje gaan slapen.
D'OH!
Wim
Boink
Knots! Net, 100m van mijn werk, een ongeval gehad. Enkel blikschade hoor. Het was op die lastige dubbele baan die je dwars moet oversteken om op tijd op de voorsorteerstrook te geraken.
Ik zag de vrachtwagen naar voren komen en had niet meer te tijd om te zien of ik veilig achteruit kon. Ik dacht, hij zal wel stoppen als hij het gekraak hoort. Yup.
Op zo'n momenten dank je jezelf op je blote knietjes voor al die uren meditatie. De andere was ook kalm nadat ik hem even had laten brullen. En nadien kon ik zelfs nog wegrijden. Voila, mijn eerste ongeval seh. Dat moet gevierd worden.
Santé,
Wim
Ik zag de vrachtwagen naar voren komen en had niet meer te tijd om te zien of ik veilig achteruit kon. Ik dacht, hij zal wel stoppen als hij het gekraak hoort. Yup.
Op zo'n momenten dank je jezelf op je blote knietjes voor al die uren meditatie. De andere was ook kalm nadat ik hem even had laten brullen. En nadien kon ik zelfs nog wegrijden. Voila, mijn eerste ongeval seh. Dat moet gevierd worden.
Santé,
Wim
Inside Vogeltjen
Vanmorgen ga ik de keuken in en stap zoals normaal naar de achterdeur om mijn gordijn open te doen. Plotseling verschiet ik me echter rot door een flapperend geluid vlak naast me. In diezelfde seconde herken ik echter het geluid van klapwiekende vogelvleugeltjes. Dus ik kijk rond en zie deze kapoen zitten tegen de achterdeur:
Je ziet de eigenwijze oogjes en het pluizige kopje (precies Sara :D).
Hij fladderde van hier tot ginder. Ik probeerde hem buiten te zetten want ik wil geen guanotapijt, maar de schalk vloog bovenop mijn bedraam.
Met behulp van kundige onderbroek-jutsu en den ouwe truuk van één-hand-doet-tralala-de-ander-pakt-u-bij-uw-sjoekedijzen heb ik onder luid protest hem uit het raam gehouden en laten wegvliegen.
De dame in de auto onder mijn raam zit nu nog vol ongeloof te gapen.
Master ofMonkeys Birds
Je ziet de eigenwijze oogjes en het pluizige kopje (precies Sara :D).
Hij fladderde van hier tot ginder. Ik probeerde hem buiten te zetten want ik wil geen guanotapijt, maar de schalk vloog bovenop mijn bedraam.
Met behulp van kundige onderbroek-jutsu en den ouwe truuk van één-hand-doet-tralala-de-ander-pakt-u-bij-uw-sjoekedijzen heb ik onder luid protest hem uit het raam gehouden en laten wegvliegen.
De dame in de auto onder mijn raam zit nu nog vol ongeloof te gapen.
Master of
Firefly geciteerd
Firefly is verrekke lekker stukje schrijfwerk:
Zoe: Oh yeah, this is gonna go great.
Mal: If anyone gets nosy, just, you know... shoot 'em.
Zoe: Shoot 'em?
Mal: Politely.
Mal: Now, this is all the money Niska gave us in advance. You bring it back to him. Tell him the job didn't work out. We're not thieves. But we are thieves. Point is, we're not talking what's his. We'll stay out of his way as best we can from here on in. You explain that's best for everyone, okay?
Crow: Keep the money. Use it to buy a funeral. It doesn't matter where you go or how far you fly. I will hunt you down, and the last thing you see will be my blade!
Mal: Darn. (Kicks Crow through running engines. Next bad guy is brought forward.) Now, this is all the money Niska gave us-
Bad Guy: I get it! I'm good. Best for everyone. I speak for everyone. I'm right there with ya.
Mal: It would be humiliating, having to lie there while a better man refused to spill your blood. Mercy is the mark of a great man. (Stabs Atherton) Guess I'm just a good man. (Stabs him again.) Well, I'm all right.
Wash: Closing in.
Zoe: Planet's coming up a might fast.
Wash: That's just 'cause I'm goin' down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all.
Mal: Well, if that happens, let me know.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just?
Zoe: Oh yeah, this is gonna go great.
Mal: If anyone gets nosy, just, you know... shoot 'em.
Zoe: Shoot 'em?
Mal: Politely.
Mal: Now, this is all the money Niska gave us in advance. You bring it back to him. Tell him the job didn't work out. We're not thieves. But we are thieves. Point is, we're not talking what's his. We'll stay out of his way as best we can from here on in. You explain that's best for everyone, okay?
Crow: Keep the money. Use it to buy a funeral. It doesn't matter where you go or how far you fly. I will hunt you down, and the last thing you see will be my blade!
Mal: Darn. (Kicks Crow through running engines. Next bad guy is brought forward.) Now, this is all the money Niska gave us-
Bad Guy: I get it! I'm good. Best for everyone. I speak for everyone. I'm right there with ya.
Mal: It would be humiliating, having to lie there while a better man refused to spill your blood. Mercy is the mark of a great man. (Stabs Atherton) Guess I'm just a good man. (Stabs him again.) Well, I'm all right.
Wash: Closing in.
Zoe: Planet's coming up a might fast.
Wash: That's just 'cause I'm goin' down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all.
Mal: Well, if that happens, let me know.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
Mal: Ain't we just?
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