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Jaynestown
M=Mal, B=Book, I=Inara, J=Jayne, K=Kaylee, R=River, S=Simon, W=Wash, Z=ZoeF=Fess
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K: Have good sex!
J: I needed to find some tape.
S: So you had to tear my infirmary apart?
J: Apparently.
S: My god. You're like a trained ape -- without the training.
S: Canton really... stinks.
M: That's what makes it such a great drop point -- no one comes here that doesn't have to.
W: I vote we do this job really, really fast.
S: All right, fine! I'll go! Just... stop describing me.
M: You're the boss. Boss.
W: What happened to Simon? Who is this diabolical master of disguise?
K: He's learning.
S: Son of a bitch.
M: You want to tell me how come there's a statue of you here, looking at me like I owe him something?
S: This must be what going mad feels like.
W: I think they captured him, though. You know -- captured his essence.
K: Looks sort of angry, don't he?
W: That's kind of what I meant.
B: What are we up to, sweetheart?
R: Fixing your bible.
B: I, um... what?
R: Bible's broken. Contradictions, false logistics... doesn't make sense.
B: No, you can't....
R: So, we'll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God's creation of Eden. 11 inherent metaphoric parallels already there. 11... important number, prime number, 1 goes into the house of 11 eleven times, but always comes out 1. Noah's Ark is a problem.
B: Really?
R: We'll have to call it 'early quantum state phenomenon'. Only way to fit 5,000 species of mammal on the same boat.
B: You don't fix faith, River. It fixes you.
S: No... this must be what going mad feels like.
W: We gotta go to a crappy town where I'm a hero!
R: I tore these out of your symbol, and they turned into paper.
M: This here's all part of our new plan.
K: Captain, how exactly is this part--
M: Still working on the details....
S: You know... I've saved lives. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. I reattached a girl's leg -- her whole leg. She named her hamster after me. I got a hamster. He drops a box money, he gets a town.
K: Hamsters is nice.
S: To Jayne! The box-dropping, man-ape-gone-wrong... thing.
R: They say the snow on the roof was too heavy. The ceiling will cave in, his brains are in terrible danger!
B: River? Please. Why don't you come out?
R: No! Can't! Too much hair!
Z: River, honey, he's putting the hair away now.
R: Doesn't matter. It'll still be there... waiting.
I: Companions choose the people they're to be with very carefully. For example, if your father had asked me to come here for him, I wouldn't have!
K: Where are you going?
S: I'm going... with you?
K: Mmm.... I don't think so. No, maybe you oughtta stay here. It's about the time for a 'civilized' person to have his breakfast. That's the sort of thing'd be 'appropriate,' don't you think?
F: Aren't I supposed to be a man, now?
I: A man is just a boy who's old enough to ask that question.
J: You really think we should be using my fame to hoodwink folks?
M: You better laugh when you say that.
Z: Is that Jayne? Is that really him? Wash, pinch me, I must be dreaming!
I: I-I know this man. He's... he just has this idiotic sense of nobility, you know? He can never just let things go. He thinks he's this hard-hearted criminal and he can be unrelenting, but... there's a side to him that's so....
F: You mean you actually know Jayne?
I: Jayne? Jayne Cobb?
F: Jayne will get back and find out he's grounded. I sort of hate the idea of him getting caught.
I: Yes. That would be bad.
K; Oh, honey....
J: All of you! You think there's someone just gonna drop money on you? Money they can use? Well, there ain't people like that! There's just people like me.
Magistrate: How dare you defy me?
F: You wanted to make a man out of me, dad. I guess it worked.
R: Just keep walking, preacher-man.
K: What's so damn important about being proper? It don't mean nothing out here in the black.
S: It means more out here. It's all I have. I mean... my way of being polite or however it's.... Well, it's the only way I have of showing you that I like you. I'm showing respect.
K: So, when we made love last night....
S: When we what?!
K: You really are such an easy mark.
M: It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sumbitch or another. It ain't about you, Jayne. It's about what they need.