Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Scare her away again, did you?
falling in with untrustworthy folk...
Um...
which is home.
Or I swear to your god, I will shoot you dead if you do not!
Malcolm Reynolds. Where do you suppose he's off to?
you know, do stuff, like work out or run around...
That's right, gentlemen, you have been told tales all your life...
You two carried me through that war...
What did you all order a dead guy for?
All right, we need to power up. We need to run. Now!
Options?
I'm glad I rated higher than dead Bessie, here.
But you got away.
Well, we can't do any good here.
The dead guy. He got shipped here.
- This can't stay here. - He don't smell.
If you want me to do a proper autopsy...
Why, is there someone you are good at talking to?
- Not sure why. - The technology's not ready.
And maybe he was a friend of ours, and you need to show a little respect.
You know, it's funny, we went to the war never looking to come back...