Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, for psychology, that don't sound half-dumb.
Mal, you gotta get this thing out of my station.
allied governments.
- Are you telling me to leave? - No, I didn't mean that.
It don't look like he is.
The bumble bee laid down arms at the first sign of inevitable defeat.
I got respect. I'm just saying...
We're cornered, and it's only a matter of time before they find us...
They're not behind us anymore.
You may have heard of it.
- He shipped back out, I guess. Where? - I never saw a body.
It's... It's good work. Scar's nearly invisible, but...
What'd you wanna go and do that for?
Feds.
I mean, I will never love a woman the way this officer loved that lip ferret.
You know, it's funny, we went to the war never looking to come back...
ship's electrics will be fried.
What...? What do you...? I... I just...
Since you're running this job on the side...
- These boys ain't playing, preacher. - I'm aware of that.
1001.
The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.
How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?
Now turn off that radio!
- How you been? - Malcolm!
She must have been stone-cold during the war.
Fencing it is like fencing the Mona Lisa.
making a bunch of bad calls.
Cash on delivery.
What the hell are you doing?
Reynolds, I'm a dangerous-minded man on a ship loaded with hurt.
Oh, God.
but it's the real world I couldn't survive.
Whoo-hoo!
Don't you move! Don't anybody move!