Mal: Well?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Mal: What? Come on, seriously, Zoe. Whaddya think?
Zoe: Honestly, sir. I think you got robbed.
Mal: Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die.
Zoe: 'Cause it's a deathtrap.
Wash: Monastic humor. I miss out on all the fun.
Mal: (of Wash) He's great, ain't he?
Zoe: I don't like him.
Mal: What?
Zoe: Something about him bothers me.
Mal: What? What about him bothers you?
Zoe: I'm not sure. It's just... something.
Mal: I need that in Captain Dummy-Talk, Kaylee.
Inara: I love this ship. I have from the first moment I saw it.
Simon: I'm sorry. I just, uh...It was my birthday.
River: You're afraid we're going to run out of air. That we'll die gasping. (pause) But we won't. That's not going to happen. We'll freeze to death first.
Bester: Mal. Whaddya need two mechanics for?
Mal: I really don't.
Inara: Mal, this isn't the ancient sea. You don't have to go down with your ship.
Mal: She ain't going down. She ain't going anywhere.
Inara: Oh. One further addendum. That's the last time you get to call me "whore".
Mal: Absolutely. Never again.
Mal: Which one you figure tracked us?
Zoe: The ugly one, sir.
Mal: Could you be more specific?
Mal: Well. Looks can be deceiving.
Jayne: Not as deceiving as a lowdown dirty...deceiver.
Jayne: How big a room?
Inara: (to Jayne) No one's asking you to scrub anything. Although a bath wouldn't kill you.
Zoe: I guess it's a fair bet to say I missed the birthday cake.
Wash: It's okay, honey. Nobody got to have any. It's still on the floor and some of the walls upstairs, though. If you want I'll run up there and scrape up a piece.
Jayne: Well, hey, you know. We'da been back first, except there's something wrong with Inara's shuttle. She done somethin' to it, Mal. Smells funny.
Inara: I told you, that's incense.
Jayne: So you say.