Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you saying I'm doing this deliberate? On account of you?
Hamer's Alliance.
Kaylee.
Well, as a rule, I say, girl folk ain't to be trusted.
uncanny ability to make a man sweaty and/or compliant...
- Where's that sorry-ass ship of yours? - Monty.
- There are nuances of meaning that... - You should have stuck with your wiles.
Kaylee.
- They were dolls. - Geisha dolls with heads that wobbled.
you actually want this one to think well of you when you've gone.
Can't have him walking about.
You'll just be bruised.
- I never stopped looking. - I knew you wouldn't.
I'm guessing...
No.
It's tagged and coded.
Are you really so naive? Do you think your life is anything to me?
You can stick me in a crate, just don't leave me here...
Yo-Saf-Bridge, we'll get on about our... Drop it, now!
The point is, this ain't no wobbly-headed doll caper, this here's history.
No, let's set a course for the planet of the lonely, rich, yet hygienic, man.
The authorities will be here in a few hours to dig you out.
nor anyone who has any say on how I conduct my affairs.
Well, I appreciate your honesty.
Duren.
That went well.
Ready.
Did we get a pay off?
That screams contraband to the Feds.
How much?
- Hear you're looking for me? - I was. Care to sit?
You have fallen from our noble bachelor ranks?
- We're in. Go! Go! - Copy that.
Ugh! It's not here.
The filament on the grav-dampener's stripped.
That shouldn't be a problem, unless someone has been less than truthful.
scooping up the captain's teeth, ain't that so, sir?
The mark's name is Duren Hamer.
Good point.
Seriously, Mal, you gotta give me a ride.
You get to the loot, and we'll get to the bin.
And ours is the kind that gets you shut down by the Alliance.