Firefly

Quotations

Jayne: Time for some thrilling heroics.

Sir Warrick: I know him. And I think he’s a psychotic low-life.
Mal: And I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic low-life community.

Doralee: A place like this might be good for your sister. Quiet. Safe. A place where folks take care of each other.
Simon: Mmm, yes, seems like a lovely little community of kidnappers.

Safe

Mal: Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.

Our Mrs. Reynolds

Simon: I reattached a girl’s leg. Her whole leg. She named her hamster after me. I got a hamster. He drops a box of money, he gets a town.
Kaylee: Hamsters is nice.
Simon: To Jayne! The box-dropping, man-ape-gone-wrong-thing.

Bester: Mal! What do you need two mechanics for?
Mal: I really don’t.

Wash: I can’t stand the thought of something happening that might cause you two to come back with another thrilling tale of bonding and adventure. I just can’t take that right now.
Mal: Okay. I’m lost. I’m angry. And, I’m armed.

Jayne: Any one you walk away from, right? Long as we got the goods, I call this a win.
Mal: Right. We win.

Pilot

Jayne: Testing. Testing, Captain, can you hear me?
Mal: I’m standing right here.
Jayne: You’re coming through good and loud.
Mal: ‘Cause I’m standing right here.

Mal: Whatever happens, remember I love you.
Zoe: Sir?
Mal: Because you’re my wife.
Zoe: Right, sir. Honey.

The Train Job

Mal: My work’s illegal, but at least it’s honest.

Jayne: This place gives me an uncomfortableness.

Saffron: I do know my Bible, sir. “On the night of their betrothal, the wife shall open to the man as the furrow to the plow, and he shall work in her, in and again, till she bring him to his full, and rest him then upon the sweat of her breast.”
Mal: Whoa. Good Bible.

River: They say the snow on the roof is too heavy. They say the ceiling will cave in. His brains are in terrible danger.

On seeing Book's copius amount of hair for the first time.

Mal: I’m not leaving Serenity.
Inara: Mal, you don’t have to die alone.
Mal: Everybody dies alone.

Wash: I don’t want you to spare me, Mal. If you think you know what’s happening, then you tell me. You wouldn’t spare Zoë if she were in this situation with you, would you? You would be planning, and plotting and… possibly scheming. So whatever Zoë would do in this instance is what I wanna do. Do you know why? No matter how ugly it gets, you two always come back with the stories. So… I’m Zoë. Now, what do I do?
Mal: Probably not talk quite so much.
Wash: Terse? I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.

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