Ranse Burgess: And if you decide to close your legs for once in your life and that baby hasn't been born by the time I'm ready -- I'll cut it out of ya.
Wash: They didn't ask for you, Mal. Call's for Inara.
Inara: I'll take it in my shuttle.
Wash: I'll send it back there.
Mal: This distress call wouldn't be taking place in someone's pants, would it?
Zoe: No one's gonna force you to go, Jayne. As has been stated -- this job's strictly speculative.
Jayne: Good. 'cause I don't know these folks. Don't much care to.
Mal: They're whores.
Jayne: I'm in.
Jayne: That's the whorehouse?
Jayne: How come it looks like a frozen dinner pack?
Kaylee: It's solar sheeting. Cheap power.
Jayne: Hope the whores is prettier'n the house.
Mal: I'm gonna fight a man, it helps to size him up.
Nandi: Well, he'll be at the theatre tonight, that's a certainty.
Mal: Then so will I. Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm?
Inara: Will you wash it first?
Mal: You ladies all locked and loaded?
Lucy: Yes, sir.
Mal: Good. Remember, shoot the man, not the horse. Dead horse is cover, live horse is a great pile of panic.
Ranse Burgess: PETALINE! YOU BRING MY BOY OUT! RIGHT NOW! YOU HEAR ME? I WANT TO SEE MY SON!
(Petaline walks out, holding her newborn baby on one hand and a gun on the other.)
Petaline: Rance... this is Jonah. (to his baby, Jonah) Jonah, say hello to your daddy.
(Peteline shoots Ranse with her gun.)
Petaline: Say goodbye to your daddy, Jonah.