Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought you were gonna wear that thing to the grave.

That's a pick up call.

You know you haven't been after serious work in...

I'm not the patsy being stole from.

Wash, we need more altitude. Now!

You just had a better hand of cards this time.

- Mal, if we can't be civilised and talk... - I'm plenty civilised.

- Also unknown to me. - When you left, I thought...

I really don't see the benefit to this.

Gracious living, ocean views and state of the art security.

Anything else you want on your tombstone, you piece of crap?

Please, you're embarrassing yourself.

- Oh, we are not together. - He's my husband.

Only it wasn't Bridget then, it was Saffron.

- I can't turn. - What?

Can you move your arms and legs?

- The genuine article. - A working man.

I know a guy on Persephone. Already has half a dozen buyers.

They didn't say you were picking up this leg.

- You call this going well? - We got the loot, didn't we?

Hi, guys. Right, right there.

Now he's living fat on a private estate on Bellerophon.

That I would stay locked up here in the tower?

You and lipstick are a dangerous combination, if I recall.

- Let's get to work. - Yeah.

Well, as a courtesy...

That's the thought that kept me alive.

I was wondering...

I didn't kill him either.

I can fix it, but she put a timer on the motivator and wet-wired the damp...

No, actually...

This isn't what it looks like.

Please. Nobody died last time.

Don't count Mal out, though.