Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The dead guy. He got shipped here.
And maybe he was a friend of ours, and you need to show a little respect.
If you want me to do a proper autopsy...
Options?
Malcolm Reynolds. Where do you suppose he's off to?
- This can't stay here. - He don't smell.
- Not sure why. - The technology's not ready.
That's right, gentlemen, you have been told tales all your life...
which is home.
But you got away.
All right, we need to power up. We need to run. Now!
Well, we can't do any good here.
Um...
I'm glad I rated higher than dead Bessie, here.
You two carried me through that war...
What did you all order a dead guy for?
You know, it's funny, we went to the war never looking to come back...
Or I swear to your god, I will shoot you dead if you do not!
you know, do stuff, like work out or run around...
Why, is there someone you are good at talking to?
falling in with untrustworthy folk...
Scare her away again, did you?