[the crew is being interrogated individually]
Commander Harken : You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war?
Zoë : [terse; slightly irritated tone] Fought with a lot of people in the war.
Commander Harken : And your husband.
Zoë : Fight with him sometimes, too.
Commander Harken : Is there any particular reason you don't wish to discuss your marriage?
Zoë : Don't see that it's any of your business, is all. We're very private people.
[in Wash's interrogation]
Wash : [enthusiastic; animated] The legs!
Wash : Oh, yeah! I definitely have to say it was her legs. You can put that down! Her legs, and right where her legs meet her back. That - actually that whole area. That and - and above it.
[in Kaylee's interrogation]
Kaylee : [angry; slightly defensive] Six gerslters crammed right under every cooling drive so that you strain your primary artery function and you end up having to recycle secondary exaust through a bypass system...just so's you don't end up pumping it through the main atmofeed and asphyxiating the entire crew. Now *that's* junk!
[back to Wash]
Wash : [very enthusiastically] Have you seen what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman?
Zoë Washburne : Proximity alert. Must be coming up on something.
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne : [alarmed] Oh, my God. What can it be? We're all doomed!
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne : Who's flying this thing!?
Zoë Washburne : [straight faced]
Hoban 'Wash' Washburne : Oh right, that would be me. Uh, back to work.
Kaylee : So I guess that makes us one man short.
Jayne : Little Kaylee's always one man short.
[laughs; Kaylee punches his arm lightly]
Jayne : Ow! Hey!
Jayne : If there's folks on board in need of help, why ain't they beaming no distress call?
Zoë Washburne : It's true, there's no beacon.
Mal : Which means it's likely no one's looking to find her.
Book : All the more reason for us to do the right thing.
Jayne : How about you just say a prayer when we slide on by.
Zoë : Sir, even on a lifeboat, you think those who escaped would fine room for some of this.
[Mal sees River looking up with fear and sadness]
Mal : Nobody escaped.
Zoë : Sir?
[they point their flashlights up]
Mal : Nobody.
[a string of naked mutilated bodies is seen hanging by a chain from the ceiling]