Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Take us out, quick as you can. - We'll be out of atmo in five minutes.
Alliance territory, ain't any jobs worth having.
Figures.
They opened up her skull.
They opened up her skull, and they cut into her brain.
But what I can't figure out is, what you were doing around the back exit.
Maybe Kaylee or Inara.
So two days in a hospital. That's awful.
Is it time to go to sleep again?
I'll be fine. Just give me a second.
Although I am getting some weird chatter from the official 262.
What do we have?
Money was too good.
Which methods did you use?
- It's good. - It smells like crotch.
I haven't thought about it.
Son of a...! God!
- Dead. - This one's alive.
What did you say?
She belongs in a bug house.
Me.
The job's not done until we're back on Serenity.
- How long will you be planet-side? - No more than a day or two.
You better get dressed. We gotta move.
- Ow. - Oh, nothing.
What are you taking this so personal for?
The pupils were fixed and dilapidated.
Could you please tell my wife the fun she's missing out on?
- You don't pitch her off now, I swear... - What?
Came downstairs for the shiny presents.
When your supervisor hears about the rude and disrespect... Ah!
Ariel's as good a place as any to leave them.
I told you when you needed to know.