Simon: So, finally a decent wound on this ship, and I miss out. I’m sorry.
Mal: Well, you were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. It happens.

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Mal: Freedom, is what.
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Mal: Oh. Yeah, just step around that. I think something must’ve been living in here.

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