Wash: This is a fertile land and we will thrive.
Wash/Stegosaurus: We will rule over this land, and we will call it… This Land.
Wash/T-Rex: I think we should call it your grave!
Wash/Stegosaurus: Ah! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
Wash/T-Rex: Ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can, but how do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?
Mal: You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once. If I ever kill you, you'll be awake. You'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
Simon: Are you always this sentimental?
Mal: I had a good day.
Simon: You had the Alliance on you. Criminals and savages. Half the people on this ship have been shot or wounded, including yourself. And you're harboring known fugitives.
Mal: Well, we're still flying.
Simon: That's not much.
Mal: It's enough.