Mal: What was that?
Wash: Did you see that?
Mal: Was that the primary buffer panel?
Wash: It did seem to resemble…
Mal: Did the primary buffer panel just fall off my gorram ship for no apparent reason?
Mr. Universe: You can’t stop the signal, Mal.
Book: I don’t care what you believe in, just believe in it.
Mal: I thought Kaylee just checked the entry couplings. I have a very clear memory of it!
Wash: Yeah well, if she doesn’t give us some extra flow from the engine room to offset the burn-through, this landing is going to get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define interesting!
Wash: “Oh god, oh god, we’re all gonna die”?
Book: You got a plan?
Mal: Hiding ain’t a plan?
Mal: This is the captain, we have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence, and then… explode.
Book: It’s not your way, Mal.
Mal: I have a way? That better than a plan?
Mal: Just get us on the ground!
Wash: That part will happen pretty definitely.
Mal: Zoe, the ship is yours. Remember, if anything happens to me; if you don’t hear from me within the hour; you take this ship and you come and you rescue me!
Zoe: What? And risk my ship?
Mal: I mean it. It’s cold out there, and I don’t want to get left.
Jayne: We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode!
The Operative: I have to say, Captain, I’m impressed that you would come for her yourself. And that you would make it this far, in that outfit.
Mal: I can be very graceful when I need to.
The Operative: I’ve no doubt.
Mal: I don’t plan on any shooting taking place during this job.
Jayne: Yeah, well what you plan and what takes place ain’t ever exactly been similar.
The Operative: That girl will rain destruction down on you and your ship. She is an albatross, Captain.
Mal: The way I remember it, albatross was a ship’s good luck, ’til some idiot killed it. Yes, I’ve read a poem. Try not to faint.
Zoe: Those grenades?
Jayne: Yeah, Captain doesn’t want them.
Zoe: Jayne, we’re robbing the place. We’re not occupying it.
Mal: I never credited the Alliance with an overabundance of brains, and if you’re the best they’ve got.
The Operative: Captain Reynolds, I should tell you so you don’t waste your time: you cannot make me angry.
Inara: Please, spend an hour with him.
Zoe: We crashing again?
Mal: Do you want to run this ship?
Mal: Well…you can’t!
Mal: You told me those entry couplings would hold for another week!
Kaylee: That was six months ago, Cap’n.
Wash: I am a leaf on the wind… watch how I soar.
Simon: She is not going with you, and that’s final.
Mal: I hear the words “that’s final” come out your mouth ever again, they truly will be.
Mal: This report is maybe twelve years old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear, ’cause there’s a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it too. They’re gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people.
Simon: Now River, stay behind the others. If there’s fighting, drop to the floor or run away. It’s okay to leave them to die.
Mal: Doctor. I’m taking your sister under my protection here. If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you — I will get very choked up. Honestly. There could be tears.
Simon: In all that time on the ship… I’ve always regretted not being with you.
Kaylee: With me? You mean to say, as in sex?
Simon: I mean to say.
Kaylee: Hell with this. I’m gonna live!
Jayne: Shiny! Let’s be bad guys.
The Operative: Do you know what your sin is, Mal?
Mal: Oh hell, I’m a fan of all seven. But right now, I’m gonna have to go with wrath.