“We’re gonna need paint. We’re gonna need red paint.”

Book: “‘Fraid I might be needing a preacher.”

Mal: “That’s good. You just lie there and be ironical.”

Harrow: “You didn’t have to wound the man.”

Mal: “Yeah, I know. It was just funny.”

“You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.”
“So no more running. I aim to misbehave.”
“I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.”

Kaylee: “Is that him?”

Mal: “That’s the buffet table.”

Kaylee: “Well, how can we be sure, unless we question it?”

“It’s my estimation that every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sommbitch or another.”

Wash: “You are psychotic.”

Mal: “No, but you should have seen his face… Oh… I’m a bad man.”