Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's upside down.
Come on.
He ain't even hurt. He got 10 fingers on his hands...
Me? I see a stiff, one I didn't have to kill myself, I just get the urge to...
This one's addressed to you and Zoe, Mal.
Tell anyone we were here...
Well, plus...
Just because you helped out on the job don't make you a crook.
you murdered yourself.
He can thread a needle with this bird. He's the best.
Tell me more good stuff about me.
I really know how to show a girl...
Thanks.
All the moving parts.
yeah, you know the rest.
What are you saying?
- Who sent it? - I don't know. There was no return.
How do we know he ain't plague-ridden, or something?
Womack, I think I broke your junk.
Blastomeres are unapproved.
Let me check through the cargo. Is it marked?
- Zoe got married? - Yeah.
Make a decent stand there.
I think it's the sweetest hat ever.
Rising from that state can be disorienting. Was it byphodine?
- So I can let go of you now? - Oh, you can.
Likely unstable. You're not just a carrier, you're an incubator.
Whew! Ha! That was bracing.
Probably part of some genius plan to give the Feds the slip.
Thought my chances would be better if I weren't.
You always say what you mean.
But he can't just say, you know, "Someone stole my moustache!"
How's the lieutenant?