Mal: Okay, before we go to harvest goblin ears I want to visit an otolaryngologist.

erragal: Sure. ...why ( Read more... )

Mal: (at the end of a long haggling session) "I say PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS"... 25!

erragal: Success!

Mal: Wait. We're being attacked by CYLONS from the WALLS?
Chase: Basically, yeah.
Mal: AWESOME.

Eddi: There's a lever here. I'm gonna pull it. Any objections?

Mal: No, just give me a minute to put my spike-proof hat on.

Mal: Well, I slowed this guy for you, so if you can't kill him we don't deserve to be here and should just go do our laundry somewhere else.

Chase (waving hands around): Okay, so you are in an alley, and he's over there, while you're going *around* the buildings...

Mal: You know what be useful right now? Some sort of *two-dimensional* representation of our surroundings...

Abbie: Should I cast 'Thunderwear'?
James/Mal: "Thunderwear?!"
Abbie: Er, 'Thunderwave.'
Mal: Awesomest. Spell. Ever.