— 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.
— Captain, do you mind if I say grace?
— Only if you say it out loud.
— Wheel never stops turnin', Badger.
— That only matters to the people on the rim.
Inara Serra: — I'd have to say this is the first time we've had a preacher on board.
Derrial Book: — Well, I wasn't expecting to see a state official either. I'm missing something funny?
Kaylee: — Not so funny.
Inara Serra: — Ambassador is Mal's way of saying.
Mal: — She's a whore, Shepherd.
Kaylee: — The term is "Companion."
Mal: — I always get those mixed up.
She meant to pay you, she'd have haggled you down some.
The woods are the only place I can see a clear path.
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.
— I know somethin' ain't right.
— Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
— If anyone gets nosy, you know, just... shoot 'em.
— Shoot 'em?
— Politely.
— 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?