Firefly

Sometimes a thing gets broke can't be fixed.

— Do we look reasonable to you?
— Well, looks can be deceiving.

You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.

— Captain, do you mind if I say grace?
— Only if you say it out loud.

— So, does it happen a lot? Government commandeering your ship... — telling you where to go?
— That's what governments are for-get in a man's way.

— Don't think it's a good spot, sir. She still has the advantage over us.
— Everyone always does. That's what makes us special.

— If you take sexual advantage of her... you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters... and people who talk at the theater.
— What...? I am not... Preacher, you got a smutty mind.
— Perhaps l spoke out of turn.
— Per-maybe-haps, I'm thinking.
— I apologize. I'll make her up a room in the passenger dorm.
— Thank you.
— The special hell.

— You'd really lie with someone being paid for it?
— Well, it's not like anyone else is lining up to... you know, examine me.

— The girl is a witch.
— Yeah, but she's our witch.

— Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned?
— No. But I'm thinking about growing a big, black moustache. I'm a traditionalist.

Now, these are my favorites. You're to keep them coming till there ain't no more to be had. I shoot, I run out, you hand me the next biggest one and so on.