[Mal refuses to kill the prone, humiliated Atherton.]
WSir Warrick
You have to finish it, lad. [Mal doesn't move] You have to finish it. For a man to lay beaten, yet breathing? It makes him a coward.
Mal
It would be humiliating, having to lie there while the better man refuses to spill your blood. Mercy is the mark of a great man.
[He lightly stabs Atherton.]
Mal
Guess I'm just a good man.
[He repeats the poking.]
Mal
Well, I'm all right.
Mal
Absolutely. I got stabbed, you know, right here. [shows bandaged wound in his side]
Mal
Don't care much for fancy parties. Too rough.
It wasn't entirely a disaster.
Mal
I got stabbed! Right here!
You also lined up exciting new crime.
[In the present day, River is violently refusing to cooperate with Simon's diagnostic tests.]
Mal
So, she's added cussing and hurling-about of things to her repertoire. She really is a prodigy.
Mal
No, a "bad day" is when someone's yellin' spooks the cattle. Understand? You ever see cattle stampede when they got no place to run? It's kind of like a… a meat grinder. And it'll lose us half the herd.
She hasn't gone anywhere near the cattle.
Mal
No, but in case you hadn't noticed, her voice kinda carries. We're two miles above ground and they can probably hear her down there. Soon as we unload, she can holler until our ears bleed—although I would take it as a kindness if she didn't.
The human body can be drained of blood in 8.6 seconds given adequate vacuuming systems.
Mal
See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with, long as she does it quiet-like.
[Simon steps in a cowpie as Jayne drives the cargo of cattle out of the ship.]
About time you broke in them fancy shoes. Hyah! Get along!
Mal
You know, they walk just as easy if you lead 'em.
. . .
Next time we smuggle stock, let's make it something smaller.
Yeah, we should start dealing in those black-market beagles.
Mal
This is the last time. Last time with cows. Hey, there was an idea regarding beagles? They have smallish droppings?
I believe so, sir. Also, your disreputable men are here.
Mal
Better go take their money.
[Shepherd (preacher) Book has been shot.]
That's... that's quite a lot of blood, isn't it?
Mal
Just means you ain't dead.
'Fraid I might be needing a preacher.
Mal
That's good. You just lie there and be ironical.
You sanguine about the kind of reception we're apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Cap'n?
Mal
Absolutely. [pauses] What's "sanguine" mean?
"Sanguine". Hopeful. Plus, point of interest: it also means "bloody".
Mal
Well, that pretty much covers all the options, don't it?
[Simon pleads with the hill folk, who have tied River to a stake, preparing to burn her.]
She has done nothing to you! If she dies tonight, it won't be God's will that killed her! It'll be you! Your lunacy, your... ignorance!
. . .
[Unable to free his sister, Simon climbs onto the pyre and holds River.]
[A blast of wind signals the arrival of Serenity. Jayne cocks a shotgun from the cargo hold while Mal and Zoe approach on foot.]
Mal
Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Mal
Ain't we just? [Moves to front of crowd, covers them with shotgun.] Sorry to interrupt, folks, but y'all got something that belongs to us, and we'd like it back.
PPatron
This is a holy cleansing. You cannot think to thwart God's will.
Mal
Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. [But] It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really, it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting.
[Mal turns to Simon.]
Mal
Gotta say, Doctor, your talent for alienatin' folks is near miraculous.
[Mal addresses the crowd again.]
Mal
Cut her down!
PPatron
The girl is a witch.
Mal
Yeah, but she's our witch. [cocks gun] So cut her the hell down.
[Horse-mounted bandits accost a Conestoga wagon-like raft, driven by Jayne and a hunched-over woman.]
BBandit
You gonna give us what's due us. And every damn thing else on that boat. And I think maybe you gonna give me a little one-on-one time with the missus.
Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature.
[The "woman" looks up — it's Mal in a dress.]
Mal
How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people?
If I could make you prettier I would!
Mal
You are not the man I met a year ago!
[Mal and Jayne get the draw on the bandits.]
Mal
Now think real hard. You been bird-doggin' this township awhile now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.
So… explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress?
Mal
Tactics, woman. Needed her in the back. Besides, them soft cotton dresses feel kinda nice. There's a whole… airflow.
And you'd know that because…?
Mal
You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I am a mystery.
[laughs] Best keep it that way. I withdraw the question.