— If anyone gets nosy, you know, just... shoot 'em.
— Shoot 'em?
— Politely.
My work's illegal, but at least it's honest.
— I know somethin' ain't right.
— Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
— When you can't run, you crawl... and when you can't crawl, you... when you can't do that...
— You find someone to carry you.
— We're gonna die.
— We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. And you know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die. Huh? Look at that chiseled jaw, huh?
A government is a body of people, usually, notably, ungoverned.
— If you require it... any gentleman here can give you use of a sword.
— Use of a what?
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.