Morena Baccarin credited as playing...
Inara Serra
- 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.
- Atherton Wing: Well, get ready to starve. I'll see to it you never work again.
- Inara: Actually, that's not how it works. You see, you've earned yourself a black mark in the client registry. No companion is going to contract with you ever again.
- Sir Warwick Harrow: You'll have to rely on your winning personality to get women. God help you.
- 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.
- Atherton Wing: You belong here, Inara, not on that flying piece of go-se. You see that, don't you?
- Inara: Atherton, language.
- Atherton Wing: What? "Piece of go-se"? But it is a piece of go-se.
- Major Domo: Miss Kaywinnet Lee Frye and escort.
- Inara: Kaylee?
- [Kaylee enters with Mal]
- Inara: Oh, go-se.
- 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.
- Atherton Wing: Half the men in this room wish you were on their arm, tonight.
- Inara: Only half? I must be losing my indefinable allure.
- Inara Serra: [Inara is watching Jayne and Mal play doubles pool] As with other situations, the key seems to be... giving Jayne a heavy stick and standing back.
- 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.
- Inara: [after accompanying the crew to a Border Planet Bar and witnessing a drunken brawl] Lovely place, I'll tell my friends.
- Atherton Wing: Now there's the smile made of sunlight.
- Inara: Atherton, how wonderful to see you.
- Atherton Wing: Did you get my message? I was extra appealing.