Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Any packages for me? - Don't know yet.

Big walrussy thing, all waxed up.

No, no, no. Human transport on a postal route...

I've broken no law.

I just don't want you in the way of trouble. Take it as you like.

- Did you order any equipment? - No, sir.

I'm counting between lightning and thunder...

We're not moving.

Well, that call...

stuff like this. Just finding myself in one scrape or another.

- Where's my body? - I don't know.

Did he find out?

Captain, there is another way.

I knew they'd never stop looking for me so long as I was alive.

- You heard him too. - I ain't gonna rat you out.

The career you abhor and look down on?

Forget what you think you know.

not very good at talking to girls.

- You holding some post for me? - Yeah.

I ain't getting snowed in permanent on account of some jackass kid!

That's real nice.

I'd like my body to be with my folks on St. Albans.

Forget what your mother told you when she tucked you in at night.

- You're really bleeding. - Yep. They shot me.

and that you get this soon in your travels."

Kaylee, I'm so sorry. I didn't...

I got deliveries to make, so you just lock on to my trajectory...

She's not a small ship.

We gotta run! Zoe, get the lieutenant.

Well, we're only as good as long as the roof holds out. Direct hit above us...

- Wash, call the cops. - But...

- Thank you. - So your innards ain't your innards?

- I don't get this. They're after Tracey? - Or there's something else in that box.