Simon Tam: — Uh, I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can. How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?
Malcolm Reynolds: — You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once. If I ever kill you, you'll be awake. You'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
Simon Tam: — Are you always this sentimental?
Malcolm Reynolds: — I had a good day.
Simon Tam: — You had the Alliance on you — criminals and savages. Half the people on this ship have been shot or wounded, including yourself... — and you're harboring known fugitives.
Malcolm Reynolds: — Well, we're still flyin'.
Simon Tam: — That's not much.
Malcolm Reynolds: — It's enough.
— So, does it happen a lot? Government commandeering your ship... — telling you where to go?
— That's what governments are for-get in a man's way.
— You'd really lie with someone being paid for it?
— Well, it's not like anyone else is lining up to... you know, examine me.
— Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?
— No. But I'm thinking about growing a big, black moustache. I'm a traditionalist.