Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All you gotta do to be a rich woman, hon, is get over it.
Right.
You won't disappear again?
I love you, Yolanda.
Six years, knowing he was holding treasures, you didn't move on him.
And what exactly was our net profit on the famous wobbly-headed doll caper?
- I hoped. - You're a rutting fool.
My name's not Yolanda.
This is police responding to an emergency call. Request entry all points.
Another exciting adventure in sitting.
If she's got security codes, why don't she just go in and grab it herself?
- Oh, just my part of the job. - What part of the job?
We ain't gonna make the rendezvous. We have to land. Now.
I owe you a great debt of thanks.
Yeah.
She figures out who you are, she'll turn you in before you can say:
Pants.
Oh, really? But I thought we loved Monty.
She hitched me, got on my ship and tried to steal it out from under me!
Bio-weapons expert during the war.
I shaved off my beard for you, devil woman!
Gorram it, Wash. Hold her steady!
Should wear off in a half an hour.
You hit one little button, and the drone whooshes off with the trash.
Inara was asking for you, wanted...
What was the last cargo we snuck past the Alliance to transport?
All the estates on Bellerophon use this automated garbage drone system.
You can question the meaning of life on a floating island of your own for a while.
How we doing?
You both look so tired. There's food or...
What?
You want to know if...
Oh, well, it's still worth a fortune. Anyway, this works fine.
- I'm sorry. - How long have you been with him?
Hey, people love those!
This boy weighs a solid ton.