Mal: "You wanna tell me how come there's a statue of you here, looking at me like I owe him something?"
Jayne: "Wishin' I could, Captain."
Mal: "No, seriously, Jayne, you want to tell me--?"
Jayne: "Look, Mal, I got no ruttin' idea. I was here a few years back, like I said. Pulled a second-story, stole a lot of scratch from the magistrate up on the hill. But things went way south. I had to hightail it. They don't...put you on a pedestal in town square for that."
Mal: "Yeah, but I'm looking at some fair compelling evidence says they do."
Simon: (staring at the statue) "This must be what going mad feels like."
Jayne: "Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic 'til I get pinched by the man, how's about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How's that?"
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