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Bad Guy: And I think maybe you gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the missus.
Jayne: Oh, I think you might want to reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.
Mal: How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?
Jayne: If I could make you prettier, I would.
Mal: You are not the man I met a year ago.
Inara: So, explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress.
Mal: Tactics, woman. Needed her in the back. Besides, those soft cotton dressed feel kinda nice. There's a whole airflow.
Jayne: You gotta wife? All I got was that dumb-ass stick sounds like it's rainin'. How come you got a wife?
Zoe: Captain, everyone should have a chance to congratulate you on your day of bliss.
Mal: There's... there's no bliss. I don't know this girl.
Jayne: Then can I know her?
Wash: We'd always hoped you two kids would get together. Who is she?
Book: If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell-a level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theatre.
Mal: You know, you're all makin' a big deal. I would appreciate it if one person on this boat would not assume that I'm an evil, lecherous hump.
Zoe: Nobody's saying that, sir.
Wash: Yeah, we're pretty much just giving each other significant glances and laughing incessantly.
Mal: Can I come in?
Inara: No.
Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
Mal: Are you offering me a trade?
Jayne: A trade? Hell, it's theft. This is the best damn gun made by man. It has extreme sentimental value. It's miles more worthy that what you got.
Mal: What I got? She has a name.
Jayne: So does this. I call it Vera.
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.
Saffron: Do you know the myth of Earth That Was?
Wash: Not so much.
Saffron: That when she was born, she had no sky, and was open, inviting. And the stars would rush into her, through the skin of her, making the oceans boil with sensation, and when she could endure no more ecstasy, she puffed up her cheeks and blew out the sky.
Wash: Whoa. Good myth.
Wash: Not everybody gets me and Zoe at first glance.
Mal: But she was naked and all articulate.
Jayne: What do I do?
Mal: You go get Vera.