Sloane: You’re dying. I can help you.
Jack: I don’t want your help, Arvin. You’ve caused my daughter so much pain. I could’ve prevented it. I won’t make continue to make that mistake.
Sloane: I think you’ve overestimated your position, Jack. You can’t hurt me anymore.
Jack: True. But I can keep you down here with me.
Mal: But it ain’t all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I’m about to say.
River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.
Mal: Love. You can learn all the math in the ‘Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as a turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she’s hurtin’ before she keels. Makes her a home.
Y’all got on this boat for different reasons, but y’all come to the same place. So now I’m asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything, I know this - they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, ten? They’ll swing back to the belief that they can make people… better. And I do not hold to that. So no more runnin’.
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Set Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright
Miranda - 1x02