Kaylee: So, what happened? Another terrible brawl?
Zoë: [smiling] Oddly enough, there was.
Wash: Are you getting my wife into trouble?
Mal: Wha—I didn't start it. I just wanted a quiet drink.
Zoë: Funny sir how you always seem to find yourself in an Alliance-friendly bar come 'U' day... looking for a quiet drink.
Mal: See, this is another sign of your tragic space dementia, all paranoid and crotchety. Breaks the heart.