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: [Saffron is sitting on Mal's bed naked, covered by a blanket
] I've made myself ready for you. Mal
: [Mal trying not to look
] Let's ride right past the part where you explain exactly what that means
: Who the hell are you? Saffron
: What do you mean? Mal
: Well, I think I was pretty clear. What are you doing on my boat? Saffron
: But, you know, I'm to cleave to you. Mal
: To whubba who? Saffron
: Did Elder Gommen not tell you? Mal
: Tell me what? Who are you? Saffron
: Mr. Reynolds, sir, I'm your wife.
: Could you repeat that please? Saffron
: I am your wife. That was your agreement with Elder Gommen, since he hadn't cash or livestock enough... Mal
: I-I-I'm sorry. Go back to the part where you're my wife. Saffron
: I don't please you? Mal
: You can't please me. You never met me. Zoë, why do I have a wife?
: Are you gonna kill me? Mal
: What? What kind of crappy planet is that? Kill you. Saffron
: In the maiden's home, I heard talk of men who weren't pleased with their brides... Mal
: Well, I ain't them. And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back.
: I'm sorry that I shame you. Mal
: You don't shame me! Zoë, would you get Wash. Zoë
: [Over the PA system
] This is Zoë. We need all personnel in the cargo bay. Mal
: All? I said Wash! Zoë
: Captain, everyone should have a chance to congratulate you on your day of bliss. Mal
: There's-there's no bliss! I don't know this girl. Jayne Cobb
: Then can I know her?
: Whoa, hey. Flesh. Um... Saffron... i-it-it ain't a question of pleasing me. It's more a question of what's... um... of what's morally right. Saffron
: I do know my Bible sir. "On the night of their betrothal, the wife shall open to the man as the furrow to the plow and he shall work in her, in and again, 'til she bring him to his fall and rest him then upon the sweat of her breast." Mal
: Whoa, good Bible.
: Leave me at the nearest port, never look upon me again. I'll make my way with the strength that you've taught me, only let me have my wedding night. Mal
: Oh, I'm gonna go to the special hell.
: But Mal said... you - you don't approve of my work. Saffron
: Sure'n he said that to keep you from me. I was too curious about you, ever since I saw you. Inara
: Come to my shuttle. Saffron
: You would... you would lie with me?
[Alarms go off
: I guess we've lied enough. Saffron
: You're good. Inara
: You're amazing. Who are you? Saffron
: Malcolm Reynolds' widow.
: Five days... we'll be together? Mal
: We'll be together on the ship, but not in any... Saffron
: That'll be fine.
: How'd you find me? Mal
: Only a few places that shuttle would make it to from where you left. Happy to find it intact. Saffron
: You're quite a man, Malcolm Reynolds.
: I've been waiting a long time for someone good enough to take me down. Mal
: Saffron, you even think about playing me again I will riddle you with holes. Saffron
: Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
: I thought last night during the ceremony that you were pleased. Mal
: Well, yeah, last night I was. Had some mulled wine, pretty girl gave me a hat made out of a tree. Nobody said I was signing up to have and to hold.
: You're a good man. Mal
: You clearly haven't been talkin' to anyone else on this boat.
: We've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal
: Well, no. Uh, we're still two fleshes here.
: [to Saffron
] Well, if it isn't the master chef. Not sleepy? Saffron
: Am I allowed to be up here? Wash
: Sure, why not? Not like anyone else is taking up space. Saffron
: I've never been off-world before. Wash
: [regarding the sky
] Beautiful, isn't it? Saffron
: It's like a dream. Wash
: [pointing at the stars
] Planet I'm from, couldn't see a one of 'em, pollution so thick. Sometimes I think I entered flight school just to see what the hell everyone was talking about.
: [to Mal, who has just finished supper she made for him
] If you're done with supper, would you like me to wash your feet?
[Mal, thrown for a loop, just walks away
[Mal searches Saffron for weapons. Saffron smiles like she's enjoying it
: You missed a spot. Mal
: [shoves Saffron away
] Can't miss a place you've never been.
: How long have you been with him? Mal
: We are not together. Saffron
: He's my husband. Mal
: Well, who in the damn galaxy ain't?
: [about Saffron and her plan
] But Inara ain't wrong. She can't be trusted. Mal
: I ain't asking you to trust her. I'll be with her on the inside the whole time. Saffron
: See there? All you gotta do to be a rich woman, hon, is get over it.
: [smiles back
[punches Saffron in the face
: I'm in.
[walking in on Saffron pointing a gun at Mal, who is standing there holding Durran's historical laser pistol artifact
] Durran Haymer
: Now I'm intruding. Saffron
: Durran, this isn't what it looks like. Mal
: Unless it looks like we're stealing your priceless Lassiter, 'cause, that's what we're doin'. Don't ask me 'bout the gun, though, 'cause that's new. Durran Haymer
: Well, I appreciate your honesty. Not, you know, a lot, but...
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne
: I'm confused... Saffron
: You're asking yourself, if I've got the security codes, why don't I go in, grab it for myself. Hoban 'Wash' Washburne
: No, actually... I was wondering... WHAT'S SHE DOING ON THIS SHIP? Didn't she try to kill us? Saffron
: Please. Nobody died last time.
: You can't do this. I have a condition.
[after being locked in a garbage bin by Inara