Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Tracey? - You know, Kaylee...
My God! It's not just the heart muscle, it's everything.
I'd think twice about playing games with me there, mister.
Twerp's gonna get us killed!
Hope to hear from you soon. Love...
they deserve to know I died.
This is a message for Zoe and for Malcolm Reynolds...
That tears it. I'm with the preacher.
Check his pockets.
a disgusting time.
Getting closer.
A man walks down the street in that, people know he's not afraid of anything.
Might we all want to step a few paces back before he opens that.
This is Capt.. Reynolds. I think there's been a mistake.
Yeah, probably.
You gonna read over me when I get taken down?
- We gotta move! - I can't!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Let's hope we get some funny hats too.
Transportation of human cargo, especially dead cargo...
Settle down! Settle! That's enough.
Um, you...
What's going on?
He glued it on!
I just wanna see what's happening.
When you can't run, you crawl...
I'm saying we make good on what we said we were gonna do.
but down here, at the bottom of the barrel, it's just me.
It might break something.
You know the old saying.
Mortars. No rollers yet.
It's a little strange. There's a Fed station right here...
Those bastards want to yank out this million-credit meat...
Skunk, light him on fire.
Oh, I suspect you'll be around long after we're all gone.
- So are you and he...? - Sweeties? Oh, hell, no!
I don't wanna die here. Forgive me.
- Tracey, ain't you dead yet? - Through no fault of my own.
He told me I wouldn't dream, but I did. I dreamt of my family.
I didn't know you were out there.
- We'll have to climb out. - Yeah, or get dug out.
Don't pay any attention to your machines, doc. They'll fib to you.
They're paying me to transport what they stuck in.
I think they picked up a little triangulation in cop school.
All this hard banking...
The folks I was working for got wind of what I had planned.