Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Call it whatever you want.
Are they antique?
"My boy was a little angel,
Docks.
...from some ship or other, deep out in the system.
Okay, but let me ask you something else.
There's nothing down there but servos and conduit.
They must've picked up this asshole's transmissions.
I provided a ship for an OPA recon mission.
It doesn't really mean anything.
Anubis 1-a is still here on Eros, racking up dock fees.
see the sights.
were tossing me in the airlock.
and I know you guys don't want that either.
You boys be careful out there, you hear?
Why did Jimmy leave?
Like I said, it's none of my business.
I have the facts about your son
'Cause they will board you.
You get those comms checked out when you hit port.
I knew.
Where did you get that key?
Maybe you haven't lost everything yet, huh?
- I've got it! - What? You got it?
Then why are you on our ship?
That worked out.
And, Christ, I've had to pee for like two hours now.
Where are you going?
I can't help you.
You haven't told me he's dead.
It's a radio transmission coming from between the hulls.
Rocinante, this is your final warning...
when they don't want 'em solved.
they just jabbered on and on, ending with the phrase,
thought I might find your brains splattered on the wall.
that I have valuable information.
that they are out there, they're doing the nasty, and to get lost.
Please transmit your flight plan and lading, Rocinante.
And you guys are pretending to be the wrong thing.