Tracey: When you can't run, you crawl, and when you can't crawl - when you can't do that...
Zoë: You find someone to carry you.
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: Man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Jayne: [about his mother's homemade hat] How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?
Mal: Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.
River Tam: My food is problematic.
Jayne Cobb: Girl's a mind-readin' genius, can't even figure out how to eat an ice-planet.
Simon: This may come as a shock, but I'm actually not very good at-at talking to girls.
Zoë: Why, is there someone you *are* good at talkin' to?
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: [speaking directly to the cow fetus that is being passed off as an alien] Do not fear me. Ours is a peaceful race and we must live in harmony.
Zoë: First rule of battle, little one, don't ever let them know where you are.
Mal: [comes running in shouting and shooting] Woo-hoo! I'm right here! I'm right here! You want some of this? Yeah, you do! Come on! Come on!
[dives for cover from an explosion]
Zoë: 'Course there are other schools of thought.
Mal: Using corpses for smuggling is a time honored repulsive custom.
Jayne: Maybe it's gold.
Zoë: And maybe he was a friend of ours and you need to show a little respect.
Jayne: I got respect. I'm just saying...
[points at body]
Mal: They don't like it when you shoot at 'em. I worked that out myself.
[Simon is standing in front of a jar carrying a mutated cow fetus]
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne: Oh my God! It's grotesque! Oh, and there's something in a jar.
Kaylee Frye: [to Simon] Tell me more good stuff about me!
Inara Serra: The Lassiter is universally known. Fencing it is like... fencing the Mona Lisa.
Mal: Well - The Mona who?
Mal: You wanna explain to me exactly why you got yourself all corpsified and mailed to me?
Tracey: Well, that call, that call means you just murdered me.
Mal: No, son, you murdered yourself. I just carried the bullet a while.
Kaylee: [In Chinese] Why don't you tell the cow about its beautiful eyes?
Simon: [to Kaylee] You manage to find the bright side of every single thing.
Kaylee Frye: I'm glad I rated higher than dead bessie here.
Mal: And you never seen a man more proud of his moustache than Colonel Obrin. I mean, in all my life, I will never love a woman the way this officer loved that lip ferret.
Lieutenant Womack: [to Jayne] That hat makes you look like an idiot.
Simon: Captain, I don't mean to
[walks to Tracey with stethoscope]
Simon: ... We may have a medical emergency here. This man appears to be in cardiac arrest.
Mal: What? Tracey, you havin' a heart attack? Don't look like he's havin' a heart attack.
Lieutenant Womack: And really, I was just bluffing with that talk about arresting you. I mean, who needs that kind of paperwork? Skunk, light him on fire.
Tracey: You know, it's funny. We went to the war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive. You two carried me through that war, and now I need you to carry me just a little bit further, if you can. Tell my folks I wanted to do right by them, and that I'm at peace and all. When you can't run anymore, you crawl. And when you can't do that, well... Yeah, you know the rest.