Mal: Now this is all the money Niska gave us in advance. You bring it back to him, tell him the job didn’t work out. We’re not thieves–but we are thieves. Point is we’re not takin’ what’s his. Now we’ll stay out of his way the best we can from here on in. You explain that that’s best for everyone, okay?
Crow: Keep the money. Use it to buy a funeral. It doesn’t matter where you go, or how far you fly. I will hunt you down, and the last thing you see will be my blade.
(Mal kicks Crow into the engine intakes and lines up the next Henchman.)
Mal: Now this is all the money Niska gave us in advance.
Henchman: Oh, I get it. I’m good. Best thing for everyone. I’m right there with you.
Jayne: You know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who’s in ruttin’ command here. Now we’re finishing this deal, and then maybe… maybe we’ll come back for those morons who got themselves caught. You can’t change that by getting all… bendy.
Wash: All what?
Jayne: You’ve got the light.. from the console.. keep you… lift you up. They shine like… little angels… (collapses)
Wash: Did he just go crazy and fall asleep?
Simon: I told him to sit down.
Kaylee: You doped him.
Simon: It was supposed to kick in a good deal sooner. I, I just didn’t feel comfortable with him in charge. I hope.. hope that’s all right.
Zoe: Sir, is there some information we might maybe be lacking as to why there’s an entire fedsquad sitting on this train?
Mal: Doesn’t concern us.
Zoe: It kinda concerns me.
Mal: I mean they’re not protecting the goods. If they were, they wouldn’t be letting people past ’em.
Zoe: You don’t think that changes the situation a bit?
Mal: I surely do. Makes it more fun.
Zoe: Sir? I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
Mal: Come on. We stick to the plan. We get the goods, we’re back on Serenity before the train even reaches Paradiso, only now we do it under the noses of twenty trained Alliance Feds. And that makes ’em look all manner of stupid. Hell, this job I would pull for free.
Kaylee: Have you ever had to service a really hideous client? With boils and the like?
Inara: A Companion chooses her own clients, that’s Guild law. But physical appearance doesn’t matter so terribly. You look for a compatibility of spirit. There’s an energy about a person that’s difficult to hide, you try to feel that ―
Mal: (walking in) And then you try to feel the energy of their credit account. It has a sort of aura.
Inara: What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle?
Mal: That it was manly and impulsive?
Inara: Yes, precisely. Only the exact phrase I used was “don’t”.
Mal: Well, you’re holding my mechanic in thrall. And Kaylee, what the hell’s goin’ on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?