Mal: Looks like we're just in the nick of time! What's that make us?
Zoe: Big. Damn. Heroes. Sir.
Mal: Ain't we just! Sorry to interrupt, folks. But y'all got something that belongs to us. And we'd like it it back.
Town Patriarch: This is a holy cleansing. You can't think to thwart god's will.
Mal: Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. But it was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really, it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting. Gotta say, doctor, your talent for alienatin' folk is near miraculous.
Simon: Yes, I'm very proud.
Mal: Cut her down.
Town Patriarch: The girl is a witch.
Mal: Yeah, but she's our witch--[cocks gun] so cut her the hell down.
-Firefly