| - I killed the ship that killed us. Not very Christian. |
- You did what was right.
- Coming from you that means - almost nothing.
|- I wasn't born a shepherd, Mal. |
- You have to tell me about that sometime.
- No, I don't.
|- How much ammo we got left? |
- Three full mags, and my swinging cod!
|- I start fightin' a war, I guarantee, you'll see somethin' new. |
|- Where are you hiding, little girl? |
|- I swallowed a bug. |
|- I hear a word out of any of you that ain't helping me out or taking your leave, I will shoot you down. Get to work! |
|- Mal. Guy killed me, Mal. He killed me with a sword. How weird is that? |
|- Remember, if anything happens to me... you take this ship and you come and you rescue me. |
-What? And risk my ship?
|- This is a good death. There’s no shame in this.|
|- At last, we can retire and give up this life of crime.|
|- Love. You can learn all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as a turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in t|
|- I won't get et! You shoot me if they take me! |
- Well, don't shoot me first!
|- A year from now, ten? They'll swing back to the belief that they can make people... better. And I do not hold to that. So no more runnin'. I aim to misbehave. |
|- This landing is gonna get pretty interesting. |
- Define 'interesting'.
- Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die?
| - I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar. |
|- Do you know what your sin is Mal? |
- Ah Hell... I'm a fan of all seven. But right now... I'm gonna have to go with wrath.
|- You can't stop the signal, Mal.|
|- You think she'll hold together? |
- She's torn up plenty, but she'll fly true.
- Could be bumpy.
- Always is.
|- Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it. Yes, I've read a poem. Try not to faint. |
|- Y'all were watching I take it? |
- Did you see us fight?
|- Target the Reavers. Target the Reavers! Target everyone! Somebody fire! |
|- I don't plan on any shooting taking place during this job. |
-Well, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar.
|- Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket... |
|- So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me, and I won't push you.|