Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but it's the real world I couldn't survive.
1001.
allied governments.
ship's electrics will be fried.
She must have been stone-cold during the war.
- Are you telling me to leave? - No, I didn't mean that.
You may have heard of it.
I got respect. I'm just saying...
They're not behind us anymore.
Now, for psychology, that don't sound half-dumb.
It's... It's good work. Scar's nearly invisible, but...
Don't you move! Don't anybody move!
Cash on delivery.
The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.
How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don't you think?
Now turn off that radio!
We're cornered, and it's only a matter of time before they find us...
making a bunch of bad calls.
Feds.
Since you're running this job on the side...
You know, it's funny, we went to the war never looking to come back...
What'd you wanna go and do that for?
Fencing it is like fencing the Mona Lisa.
I mean, I will never love a woman the way this officer loved that lip ferret.
Whoo-hoo!
- He shipped back out, I guess. Where? - I never saw a body.
Oh, God.
Mal, you gotta get this thing out of my station.
- How you been? - Malcolm!
- These boys ain't playing, preacher. - I'm aware of that.
The bumble bee laid down arms at the first sign of inevitable defeat.
It don't look like he is.
Reynolds, I'm a dangerous-minded man on a ship loaded with hurt.
What the hell are you doing?
What...? What do you...? I... I just...