“Now, why did he have a hard time believing that?...Because it would be the first time in your life that you ever won an argument with Lord Thick and Knotty Pate. (Morgan)”

“Life at sea is hard. And often deadly. (Morgan)Then why do you do it? (Serenity)Because we love it. (Morgan)A glutton for punishment, aren’t you? (Serenity)”

“(Jack ignored his greeting and slammed his fist straight into the jaw of the spy.)What did he do? Wear the wrong color coat? Or is it his stock you find offensive this time? (Morgan)”

“You are a very dangerous woman, Serenity. (Morgan)Me? (Serenity)Aye. And the worst part is, you don’t even know why. (Morgan)”

“Because there is a time for all things. My people, like you, believe in peace. But sometimes, the only way to have peace is to fight for it. (Zenobia)”

“Oh, Draven. You’re my hero too! If not for you, that mean old boar would have eaten me alive. (Simon)Get off me, you nimble-pated gelding. (Draven)”

“Nay," she said stubbornly. "I have just been told that the only chance I have for freedom is in your hands and by all that is holy, you will deliver me my freedom or I shall see to it that you live out the rest of your life in merciless misery."He gaped at her. On any other man such an expression would have looked foolish, but to credit Lord Stryder, even when taken by surprise, he still managed to carry off an air of supreme authority and handsomeness. "I beg your pardon? Have you gone completely mad?""Not I, but rather the king you love so well. It appears he would see us marry.""My hairy arse."She gave him a droll stare. "That is much more information about your person, Lord Stryder, than I care to know.”