Mal: Now you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty flowered bonnet, I will end you.
Jayne: (to Mal) You got a wife? All I got is that dumbass stick sounds like it's raining. How come you got a wife?
Mal: Ahh! Who the hell are you?
Saffron: What do you mean?
Mal: I think I was pretty clear. What are you doing on my boat?
Saffron: But you know! I'm to cleave to you.
Mal: To wabba hoo? You can't be here.
Saffron: Did Elder Gommen not tell you...
Mal: Tell me what? Who are you?
Saffron: Mr. Reynolds, sir... I am your wife.
Mal: We're not married.
Saffron: I'm sorry if I shame you...
Mal: You don't shame me! Zoe, get Wash down here.
Zoe: (hits comm) This is Zoe. We need all personnel in the cargo bay.
Mal: All - I said Wash!
Zoe: Captain. everyone should have a chance to congratulate you on your day of bliss.
Book: I suppose so. 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 theater.
Inara: Maybe you should think twice about letting go of Saffron. You two sound like quite a match.
Mal: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're soulmates.
Inara: Yes. Great. I wish you hundreds of fat children.
Breed: It's a wreck.
Boss: No, no. This is good.
Breed: It's parts. A lot of cheap parts
we'll never unload.
Boss: This is why you'll never be in charge, Breed. You don't see the whole. The parts are crap -
Breed: I said exactly that -
Boss: But you put'em together, you got a firefly. Thing will run forever, they got a mechanic even half awake.
Simon: A narcotic compound, probably spread over a seal on her lips. You get it on yours and pow.
Zoe: Lips, huh?
Mal: Well, no...
Simon: We used to get a lotta guys brought in on the night shift at the E.R. - usually robbed and very groggy. Called it the "goodnight kiss".
Mal: It's a net.
Jayne: I don't get it. Where are we headed?
Book: The end of the line.
Saffron: You're quite a man, Malcolm Reynolds. I've waited a long while for someone good enough to take me down.
Mal: Saffron... you even think about playing me again I will riddle you with holes.
Saffron: You know, you did pretty well. Most men, hell, they're on me inside of ten minutes. Not trying to teach me to be strong and the like.
Zoe: (to Wash) Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?
Jayne: Do I have your attention?
Mal: We're kind of going to extremes here, ain't we?
Jayne: There's times I think you don't take me seriously. And I think that oughta change.
Mal: Do you think it's likely to?
Jayne: (referring to Saffron)You got something you don't deserve.
Mal: And it's brought me a galaxy a'fun, I'm here to tell you.
(Jayne strokes the massive gun he's holding in his hands.)
Jayne: Six men came to kill me one time, and the best of them carried this. It's a Callahan fullbore autolock, customized trigger and double cartridge thourough-gage.
(He holds it out to Mal.)
Jayne: It is my very favorite gun.
Mal: (starts muttering incredulously in Chinese) ...are you offering me a trade?
Jayne: A trade? Hell, it's theft! This is the best gun made by man, and its got extreme sentimental value! It's
miles more worthy'n what you got.
Mal: "What I got" - she has a name.
Jayne: So does this! (motioning to the gun, smiling) I call it Vera.
Mal: Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Wash Okay! Everyone not talking about sex, in here---everyone else, elsewhere!