"Man, you shocked him. Dude, you're sick, man." The unzombie had finally had enough. He'd been through a lot tonight, and he was learning that finding out his underage girlfriend's pregnancy was the least of his worries. "My girl! Yo, you gotta save my girl."
Simon just stared back at George; for the moment, he wished Mal or Jayne were around - the unzombie idiot would have been one less worry. Not so much that the unzombie'd be dead, but more that he'd be quiet, passed out somewhere.
"We have a cure, George. We have to get it out there." Simon groaned as he found his way to standing. "Once this is done, we've gotta talk."
"Dude, I don't know what we need to talk about," replied the unzombie.
"I really know how to pick'em." Simon pointed a thumb at the unzombie. "Let's get started."