Mal: Well look at this. 'Pears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us? Zoë: Big damn heroes, sir. Mal: Ain't we just.
[Zoë has made soup for Wash, and sets it on the table for him] Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good. Zoë: [kisses the top of his head] Yes, dear. You done good. Mal: [Mal enters dining area] Did you tell her? Wash: [looks up warily] Tell her what? Mal: [to Zoë] Your husband has demanded that we sleep together. Zoë: Really. Wash: [looking a bit panicky] What? Mal, come on... Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make it a fair fight for your womanly affections... Wash: No! That was just the torture talking... [looking up at Zoë pleading] Wash: Remember? The torture? Mal: [walks to Zoë, takes one of her hands and places it on his hip, then with his other hand, moves some hair off her shoulder, sporting a deadpan expression] Private, it's a difficult mission - but you and I have to get it on. Zoë: [looks at Wash who is struggling to get to his feet, then looks back at Mal and puts her free hand on his shoulder. Also with a deadpan expression] I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard. Jayne: [Jayne who has just begun to enter the dining hall, hearing this looks up with a very uncomfortable look on his face] Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettlin'. Wash: [as Mal and Zoë get closer to kiss - looking like two teenagers on their first date, Wash steps in grabs Zoë's arm and pulls her to the door of the dining hall] We'll be in our bunk.
Zoë Warren: [after breaking into a practically empty bank safe] Zoë Warren: At last, we can retire and give up this life of crime.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You think she'll hold together? Zoë Warren: She's torn up plenty, but she'll fly true. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Likely to be a bumpy ride. Zoë Warren: Always is.