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Give me a hand.
I'm not so terribly in the mood.
Three hours pissing on about the enlisted men.
That's right. Go ahead and laugh, sir.
I'm not interested, captain.
- Nothing about this sits right with me. - Empty.
- Hm, that's a hell of a thing to say. - I was joking.
Well, at least they covered dropping your weapon...
So I expect I'm invested in making good sport of it whilst I can.
Attention, crew, this is the captain. Sit down and hang on to something.
- You'll get me home. - Yeah.
Got quite a haul.
and are ordered to cut thrust and prepare for docking.
Far as I can see, no one's made you do anything.
- I don't see the percentage in that. - Don't strain your brain trying.
You hear that quiet?
Good.
Amnon!
About 30 troops behind those buildings.
They have helped, as Mattie is still sick with the Damplung.
I'm thinking some of that trail of bodies Womack talked about was left by you.
- Because your rep speaks elsewise. - Weren't bodies of people helping me.
- So, what happened? - Better offer.
We got the family plot there, and my mom and dad, well...
I guess we do all have different reactions to death.
Got in over your head with those stone-cold gut-runners.
Girl's a mind-reading genius. Can't figure out how to eat an ice-planet.
We'd love to let you dock...
And, um...
- We know. - We don't, actually.
Oh.
You can take that.
Ha, ha! It's from my mother.
- We thought he was gonna shoot us. - He's eye balling us something fierce.
Well, but...
It's mutated.
When you can't run anymore, you crawl, and when you can't do that, well...
You are such a boob.
- Warning shot? - They could've hit us.
what's left of us. Let's not wait for that to happen.
Wash, call the cops. Tell them we give up.
That's what I took, Mal. That's what they want back.
through the allied postal system is punishable by five to 10 years.
You manage to find the bright side of every single thing.
What do you got?
Um, we took in a lot of inventory today.
No, son...
Oh, no, no, I get it. I do.
but I still remember the old sarge with his stories and his homilies...