Inara Serra: A companion chooses her own clients. That's guild law. But physical appearance doesn't matter so terribly. You look for a compatibility of spirit... There's an energy about a person that's difficult to hide. You try to feel that...

Mal: [walks in] And then you try to feel the energy of their credit account. It has a sort of aura...

Inara Serra: What did I say to you about barging in to my shuttle?

Mal: That it was manly and impulsive?

Inara Serra: Yes, precisely. Only the exact phrase I used was 'don't.'

Mal: Well you're holding my mechanic in thrall—and Kaylee, what the hell's going on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?