The Operative: "Key members of Parliament". Key. The minds behind every military, diplomatic and covert operation in the galaxy, and you put them in a room with a psychic. Dr. Mathias: Look... even if River Tam did by any chance read the minds of any...
Dr. Simon Tam: Am I talking to Miranda now? [River makes a face] Dr. Simon Tam: No. Not right.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: We're going to need paint. We're going to need red paint.
Mr. Universe: There is no news. There is only the truth of the signal. What I see. And, there's the puppet theater the Parliament jesters foist on the somnambulant public.
Dr. Simon Tam: [referring to River] One simple job. She'll be fine. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: She is fine! Except for still being crazy! She's the picture of health.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: [leading the Reaver fleet straight into the Alliance's, and caught in the middle, trying to get to Mr. Universe] The chicken's come home to roost.
Kaylee Frye: Sometimes people have feelings. I'm referrin' here to people.
