Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You chuck it in the garbage.

Jayne is a girl's name.

- He knows the estate... - No details.

Just call them off. Tell them it was a mistake.

Doctor, you got yourself a patient to see to.

You're not my lover, nor are you my mother, my house mistress...

frontier planets without even a temple built.

Unless it looks like we're stealing your priceless Lassiter, because...

- You are completely off your nut. - I won't make trouble.

I've booked a few choice clients to get my mind off Mal's descent into lunacy.

Thirty seconds after we hit the button, the booty will be incinerated.

Some of the performances weren't as nuanced as they could have been.

I gave you something to stop your motor functions so you wouldn't wrench it.

Bellerophon Estates. Home to the rich and paranoid.

Because I don't see this working any other way.

Not her. Jayne.

He may be one of the biggest collectors of Earth-that-was artefact's in the 'verse.

Getting out's the tricky part.

I was hoping we could talk a little business.

God, where is it?

Odd, but I don't think I'll be losing any sleep over it.

About half a year back, at the Triumph settlement.

that's what we're doing. Don't ask about the gun though, that's new.

But Inara ain't wrong.

Working on it, dear.

I've seen you without your clothes on before.

Zoe, contact Brennert and Ellison.

All right, I got it. Stone.

I gotta figure that's a job you told yourself you'd never take.

Wash, take us out of the world.