Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Did you order any equipment? - No, sir.

- Where's my body? - I don't know.

stuff like this. Just finding myself in one scrape or another.

I knew they'd never stop looking for me so long as I was alive.

I just don't want you in the way of trouble. Take it as you like.

I got deliveries to make, so you just lock on to my trajectory...

No, no, no. Human transport on a postal route...

She's not a small ship.

Big walrussy thing, all waxed up.

Kaylee, I'm so sorry. I didn't...

I'd like my body to be with my folks on St. Albans.

- You're really bleeding. - Yep. They shot me.

- Thank you. - So your innards ain't your innards?

- I don't get this. They're after Tracey? - Or there's something else in that box.

- Any packages for me? - Don't know yet.

We gotta run! Zoe, get the lieutenant.

The career you abhor and look down on?

I'm counting between lightning and thunder...

not very good at talking to girls.

- Wash, call the cops. - But...

Forget what you think you know.

and that you get this soon in your travels."

Well, we're only as good as long as the roof holds out. Direct hit above us...

Did he find out?

We're not moving.

Forget what your mother told you when she tucked you in at night.

That's real nice.

Well, that call...

- You heard him too. - I ain't gonna rat you out.

Captain, there is another way.

I ain't getting snowed in permanent on account of some jackass kid!

- You holding some post for me? - Yeah.

I've broken no law.