Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ready.
Kaylee.
And ours is the kind that gets you shut down by the Alliance.
you actually want this one to think well of you when you've gone.
Hamer's Alliance.
- Where's that sorry-ass ship of yours? - Monty.
I'm guessing...
It's tagged and coded.
scooping up the captain's teeth, ain't that so, sir?
Can't have him walking about.
Ugh! It's not here.
- There are nuances of meaning that... - You should have stuck with your wiles.
Yo-Saf-Bridge, we'll get on about our... Drop it, now!
No, let's set a course for the planet of the lonely, rich, yet hygienic, man.
The mark's name is Duren Hamer.
uncanny ability to make a man sweaty and/or compliant...
Well, as a rule, I say, girl folk ain't to be trusted.
Good point.
That screams contraband to the Feds.
Duren.
The authorities will be here in a few hours to dig you out.
You'll just be bruised.
The point is, this ain't no wobbly-headed doll caper, this here's history.
Are you saying I'm doing this deliberate? On account of you?
- They were dolls. - Geisha dolls with heads that wobbled.
Seriously, Mal, you gotta give me a ride.
Are you really so naive? Do you think your life is anything to me?
You can stick me in a crate, just don't leave me here...
How much?
That shouldn't be a problem, unless someone has been less than truthful.
- Hear you're looking for me? - I was. Care to sit?
You get to the loot, and we'll get to the bin.
No.
- I never stopped looking. - I knew you wouldn't.
You have fallen from our noble bachelor ranks?
nor anyone who has any say on how I conduct my affairs.
The filament on the grav-dampener's stripped.
That went well.
Did we get a pay off?
Well, I appreciate your honesty.
Kaylee.
- We're in. Go! Go! - Copy that.