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Sir Warwick Harrow : You have to finish it, lad. You have to finish it. For a man to lay beaten... and yet breathing? It makes him a coward.
Inara Serra : It's humiliation.
Mal : Sure. 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.
[lightly stabs Atherton with the sword]
Mal : Guess I'm just a good man.
[stabs him again]
Mal : Well, I'm all right.
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Mal : 'Kay, help me find our man. He's supposed to be older, kind of stocky, wears a red sash crossways.
Kaylee : Why does he do that?
Mal : Maybe he won the Miss Persephone pageant. Just help me look.
Kaylee : Is that him?
Mal : That's the buffet table.
Kaylee : Well, how can we be sure, u-unless we question it?
[smiles widely]
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Mal : How would you even set up a meet, man won't deal with you?
Badger : Know a place he'll be. Safe place. Using some new tech gun scans. High class, too. Won't let me in there. You might slip in. Of course, you couldn't buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle. I got my hands on a couple.
[Mal and Jayne struggle to not laugh]
Badger : Of invites.
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Sir Warwick Harrow : Whom do you represent?
Mal : Represent isn't exactly the...
Sir Warwick Harrow : Don't waste my time.
Mal : Fellow called Badger.
Sir Warwick Harrow : I know him, and I think he's a psychotic lowlife.
Mal : And I think calling him that is an insult to the psychotic lowlife community.
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Mal : Does, uh... does this seem kind of tight?
Kaylee : Shows off your backside. Did you see the chandelier? It's hovering.
Mal : What's the point of that, I wonder?
Kaylee : Oh, mangos!
Mal : I mean, I see how they did it. I just ain't gettin' the why.
Kaylee : These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I. How 'bout that?
Mal : Yeah, well, just be careful. We cheated Badger out of good money to buy that frippery, and you're supposed to make me look respectable.
Kaylee : Yes, sir, Cap'n Tight-Pants.
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Mal : Beg pardon, but would you be Mr. Warrick Harrow?
Sir Warwick Harrow : *Sir* Warrick Harrow. The sash.
Mal : The sash?
Sir Warwick Harrow : It indicates lord-hood.
Mal : And it's - it's doing a great job.
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Inara : You have a strange sense of nobility Captain. You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore but you keep calling me one to my face.
Mal : I might not show respect to your job, but he didn't respect *you*. That's the difference. Inara, he doesn't even see you.
Inara : Well, I guess death will solve the issue to everyone's satisfaction.
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Hoban 'Wash' Washburne : [off an alarm sounding from the console] Closing in.
Zoë Washburne : Planet's comin' up a mite fast.
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne : Ah, that's just 'cause I'm goin' down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all.
Mal : Well, that happens, let me know.
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Mal : Now, you taking on this job - being my second - does this mean we're in business?
Sir Warwick Harrow : It means you're in mortal danger. But you mussed up Atherton's face, and that has endeared you to me somewhat.
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Mal : Whoa, whoa, I'm not runnin' off. I don't know what you got in your head, but I didn't do this to prove some kind of point to you. I actually thought I was defending your honor. And I never back down from a fight.
Inara : Yes, you do. You do all the time.
Mal : Well, yeah. But, I'm not backin' down from this one.
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Inara : Are you in pain?
Mal : Absolutely, I got stabbed you know, right here.
[lifts shirt to show a bloodstained bandage on side of abdomen]
Inara : I saw.
Mal : I don't care much for fancy parties. Too rough.
Inara : It wasn't entirely a disaster.
Mal : [lifts his shirt again] I got stabbed. Right here.
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Mal : [to Inara, after his duel with Atherton] Mighty fine shindig.
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Mal : See how I'm not punching him? I think I've grown.
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Mal : In the case that it happens, it means he's the fella who killed me. And I don't like fellas who kills me, not in general.
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Mal : Might ought to clear out before too much longer. Seems there's a thief about.
Inara : A thief?
Mal : Took this right off him.
[Shows Inara a wad of money he stole from a group of slave-traders]
Mal : Now they earned that with the sweat of their slave-trading brows.
Inara : [Inara states in disapproving shock] Mal!
Mal : Aw, terrible shame. Course they won't discover it till they go order their next round of drinks.
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Mal : [after being told that use of a sword will be provided for a duel] Use of a s-what?
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Sir Warwick Harrow : You didn't have to wound that man.
Mal : Yeah, I know, it was just funny.
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Inara Serra : Besides, why would I wanna leave Serenity?
Mal : Can't think of a reason.
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Mal : It's good to have cargo. Makes us a target for every other scavenger out there of course, but, sometimes that's fun too.
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Mal : Ath - can I call you Ath?
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Atherton Wing : [after Mal punches Atherton] I accept!
Mal : [confused] Good!