Book: A government is a body of people usually—notably—ungoverned.
Simon: Now you’re sounding like the captain.
Mal: Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet and combat boots. SHUT UP!
Zoe: Is there any way I’m gonna get out of this with honor and dignity?
Wash: You’re pretty much down to ritual suicide, Lamby Toes.
Mal: Okay, I’m lost. I’m angry. And I’m armed.
Wash: I’m the one she swore to love, honor, and obey.
Mal: Listen— She swore to obey?
Wash: Well no.
Zoe: Preacher, don’t the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killin’?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
Zoe: Jayne, this is something the captain has to do for himself.
Mal: No! No it’s not!
Mal: I know you all took up arms in that piece of action back there. How you faring with that, Doctor?
Simon: I don’t know. I never shot anyone before.
Book: I was there, son. I’m fair sure you haven’t shot anyone yet.