Zoe: Sir, we have a green light. Inspection's pos and we're clear for up-thrust.
Mal: Think she'll hold together?
Zoe: She's tore up plenty. But she'll fly true.
Mal: Make sure everything's secure. Could be bumpy.
Zoe: Always is.
* * *
Mal: So, you gonna ride shotgun with me, help me fly?
River: That's the plan...
Mal: 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 the turn of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air
when she ought to fall down...tells you she's hurting before she keels. Makes her a home.
[Rain pattering]
River: Storm's getting worse.
Mal: We'll pass through it soon enough.