Mal: "You know, it ain't altogether wise, sneaking up on a man when he's handling his weapon."

Inara: "I'm sure I've heard that said. But perhaps the dining area isn't the place for this sort of thing?"

Mal: "What do you mean? Only place with a table big enough."

Inara: "Of course. In that case..." (rearranges guns) "Every well-bred petty crook knows -- the small concealable weapons always go to the far left of the place setting."



Mal: "This distress call wouldn't be taking place in someone's pants, would it?"



Inara: "It sounds like the sort of thing this crew can handle. I can't guarantee they'll handle it particularly well, but-"

Nandi: "If they got guns, and brains at all..."

Inara: "They have guns."



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."



Mal: "Any friend of Inara's is a strictly business-like relationship of mine."



Jayne: (calls out from across the room) "Can I start gettin' sexed already?"

Mal: "Well, that's one kind of horrific."