It shouldn't end this way...

I miss "Firefly," and I think "Serenity" is incomplete.

Regardless, some good one-liners:

Mal:"This is the captain. We have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight... turbulence and then explode."

Wash:"Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve violence, or is this the wrong crowd for that?"

Wash:"Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90 pound girl cuz... I don't think that's ever getting old."

Mal:"Doctor, I'm takin' your sister under my protection here. If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you, I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could be tears."

Mal:"You're right, we take all the money we got saved right now, we could maybe buy a moderately-sized gerbil."

Jayne:"Let's moon 'em."

Mal: "Well, they tell ya, never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is on occasion hilarious."

Jayne: "Little Kaylee's always one man short."

Inara: "I like watching the game. As with other situations, the key seems to be giving Jayne a heavy stick and standing back."

Kaylee: "Yes, sir, Captain Tightpants."

River: "It's not okay! You can't just dig into me, shove twenty needles in my eyes and ask me what I see!"

Mal: "See, morbid and creepifying, I got no problem with, long as she does it quiet-like."

Wash: "Yeah, we should start dealing in those black-market beagles."

Simon: "Right. I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows."

Mal: "This is the last time. Last time with cows. Hear there was an idea regarding beagles? They have smallish droppings?"

Jayne: "'Dear Diary, Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.' 'Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.'"

Mal: "You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery."

Jayne: "You got a wife? All I got is that dumbass stick sounds like it's raining. How come you got a wife?"

Simon: "My god -- you're like a trained ape. Without the training."

Simon: "This must be what going mad feels like."

Simon: "To Jayne! The box-dropping, man-ape-gone-wrong-thing."

Mal: "Point of interest? Offering to shoot us might not work so well as an incentive as you might imagine. "

Wash: "Hey, I've been in a firefight before! Well, I was in a fire. Actually, I was fired from a fry-cook opportunity. I can handle myself."

Simon: "Well, it's a clean cut. With the right equipment, I should be able to reattach it. That's assuming there's a head."

Zoe: "Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?"
Book: "Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps."

Monty: "Damn you, Bridget! Damn you ta Hades! You broke my heart in a million pieces! You made me love you, and then y-- I SHAVED MY BEARD FOR YOU, DEVIL WOMAN!"

Mal: "Oh! That was bracing. They don't like it when you shoot at them. I worked that out myself."

Mal: "This distress call wouldn't be taking place in someone's pants, would it?"

Jayne: "What? She killed 'em with mathematics. What else could it have been?"

Wash: "Yes, Jayne. She's a witch. She has had congress with the beast."
Jayne: "She's in Congress?"
Wash: "How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious."

Wash: "Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction."

Jayne: "Yeah, all those years of priest trainin', taken out by one bounty hunter."