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.[to Simon]
You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I’m asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they’ll swing back to the belief that they can make people better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave.
Love. You can learn all the math in the ‘verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down, tells you she’s hurting before she keels. Makes her a home.
Ah, hell, I’m a fan of all seven. But right now, I’m gonna have to go with wrath.[The Operative: Do you know what your sin is, Mal?]
You rich kids. You think your lives are the only thing that matters. What’d you do? Kill your folks for the family fortune?[to Simon]
You depend on luck, you end up on the drift… no fuel, no prospects… begging for Alliance make-work, getting towed out to the scrap belt. That ain’t us. Not ever.