"I am of course wearing full body armor; I am not a moron."

After being tossed into a wall, the fight he pretty valiantly puts up against the Operative is a blur. He's sure he was valiant, though. I promise. He just wishes Inara would stay the hell on the ground.

"No backup?" Mal taunts, blood dripping from his nose. "We're makin' an awful ruckus."

"They'll come when they're needed."

"I'd start whistlin'." Owww.