Mal: Ship like this, be with you until the day you die.
Zoe: That's because it's a deathtrap.

Mal: I need that in Captain Dummy mode, Kaylee.
Kaylee: We're dead in the water.

Inara: Mal, you don't have to die alone.
Mal: Everyone dies alone.

Mal: Which one you figured tracked us?
Zoe: The ugly one, sir.
Mal: Could you be more specific?

Mal: Looks can be deceiving.
Jayne: Not as deceiving as a low down, dirty deceiver.
Mal: Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?
Zoe: It had a kinda poetry to it.

Jayne: Tell us where the stuff is so I can shoot you.
Mal: Point of interest. Offering to shoot us might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.

Jayne: Hey, you know, we'd have been back first but there's something wrong with Inara's shuttle. She did something to it, Mal - it smells funny.
Inara: I told you, that's incense.
Jayne: That's what you say.

Jayne: Hey, do you have any funny whorin' stories?
Inara: Oh, do I ever! Funny and sexy. You have no idea. And you never will.

Wash: Well, I could boost the signal but it would muck up the navigation system of any passing ship and they'd have to dig out the signal before they could go anywhere. (pause) Well, maybe I should do that.
Mal: Maybe you should!
Wash: Okay!
Mal: Good!
Wash: Fine!