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.
Zoe: Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed. You can look it up later.
The Operative: You’ve done remarkable things, but you’re fighting a war you’ve already lost.
Mal: Yeah, well I’m known for that.
Jayne: I’ll kill a man in a fair fight, or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight… If he bothers me, or if there’s a woman… Or if I’m gettin’ paid. Mostly only when I’m gettin’ paid.
Mal: I’m gonna show you a world without sin.
The Operative: You know, in certain older civilized cultures, when men failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their swords.
Dr. Mathias: Well, unfortunately, I forgot to bring a sword.
Kaylee: We’re on a year now, I ain’t had nothing ‘twixt my nethers weren’t run on batteries.
Mal: Oh, God! I can’t know that!
Jayne: I could stand to hear a little more.
Mal: Think she’ll hold together?
Zoe: She’s tore up plenty, but she’ll fly true.
The Operative: Would you be killed in your sleep, like an ailing pet?
Mal: I believe you got some storytelling to do. What in the hell happened back there?
Wash: Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90-pound girl, ’cause I don’t think that’s ever getting old.
Mal: It ain’t all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin’ is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I’m about to say.
River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.
Mal: Love. You can know all the math in the ‘verse, but you take a boat in the air you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughtta fall down… tells ya she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens… makes her a home.
River: Storm’s getting worse.
Mal: We’ll pass through it soon enough.
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?