Scenes with Jayne Cobb 64
The management here don't take too kindly to sightseers, [which is] why we're posin' as buyers. There ain't-a one of us looks the part more than the good doctor. I mean, the pretty fits, soft hands, definitely a moneyed individual. All rich and lily-white, pasty all over—
All right! Fine, I'll go. Just... stop describing me.
Jayne
He's the boss now? [sarcastically] This day just keeps gettin' better and better.
[Jayne, dressed in a bulky hooded coat and goggles, keeps his head down as they walk past the workers.]
You haven't been here in years, Jayne. You really think you need that getup? No one's gonna remember you.
I think it's possible they might.
[They all look up to see an elevated, life-sized mud statue of Jayne.]
. . .
You wanna tell me how come there's a statue here, lookin' at me like I owe him something?
Jayne
Wishin' I could, cap'n.
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 lotta 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.
Yeah, 'cept I'm looking at some fair compellin' evidence says they do.
[Simon is just staring at the statue]
This must be what going mad feels like.
Jayne
Hey, I got an idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic till I get pinched by the Man, how's about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work and get on with our 'creasingly eerie-ass day, how's that?
I don't know. This here's a spectacle that might warrant a moment's consideration.
[shifting back and forth] Wherever I move to, his eyes keep... followin' me.
Jayne
Can't be a statue of me, no reason for it. Flies in the face of every kinda sense.
Won't argue with that. [Drinks, then spits it out] Je shr shuh muh lan dong shi?!
Jayne
Mm. They call it "Mudder's milk". All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma's best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol.
[Sitting in a bar, listening to "The Ballad of Jayne Cobb" being sung]
Jayne
Yeah, Mal?
You got any light you'd like to shed on this particular development?
Jayne
No, Mal.
. . .
No. This must be what going mad feels like.
. . .
We gotta go to the crappy town where I'm a hero!
So, that's where the little "Jayne Day Celebration" we got planned comes in. Should give us enough time to get the goods back onto Serenity.
Jayne
I don't know. You think we should be using my fame to hoodwink folks?
You better laugh when you say that.
Jayne
No, really, Mal, I mean, maybe there's something to this. The Mudders? I think I really made a difference in their lives. You know, me, Jayne Cobb.
I know your name, jackass!
[Jayne's ravaged former partner, Stitch Hessian, confronts him at the celebration.]
SStitch
For six months, we run together. He turned me out 'fore I could scream!
Jayne
You'd-a done the same.
SStitch
No. Never. You protect the man you're with. You watch his back! Everybody knows that! Well, except the "hero of Canton".
Jayne
Hell, there weren't a-one of them understood what happened out there; they're... probably stickin' that statue right back up.
Jayne
I don't know why that eats at me so.
It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sumbitch or another. Ain't about you, Jayne. It's about what they need.
[In near-present day, Wash comes in late to hear Book's dinner-table tales.]
Monastic humor. I miss out on all the fun.
. . .
[Simon is unable to quickly convey a funny story about being a doctor]
Jayne
[interrupting] Now, Inara - she's gotta have some funny whorin' stories, I'd wager.
[laughing] Do I ever! Funny and sexy. [laughs] You have no idea... [suddenly serious] and you never will.
. . .
[The crew surprises Simon with a birthday cake.]
How did… how'd you know? River, did you...?
"Day" is a vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. It's not applicable. [pauses] I didn't get you anything.
. . .
Hope you like it. Couldn't get ahold of no flour, so it's mostly protein. In fact, it's pretty much what we just had for dinner. [everyone laughs] But I tried to make the frosting as chocolate-y tasting as possible, so.
Thank you. I'm really, I'm, um, very, very deeply moved. Thank you.
Jayne
Well... deeply move yourself to blow out them candles so we can try a slice.
I'm gettin' a little weary of this attitude, Wash.
[chuckling] Are you? Well, I'm so very sorry, sir. I guess the news that we're all gonna be purple and bloated and fetal in a few hours has made me a little snippy.
. . .
[The conversation escalates to a shouting match.]
What do you expect me to do, Mal?
Whatever you have to! And if you can't do it from here, then get a suit on and go outside on the side of the boat—
And what?! Wave my arms around?
Wave your arms around, jump up and down, divert the navsats to the transmitter - whatever.
Divert the— Right! Because teenage pranks are fun when you're about to die!
Give the beacon a boost, wouldn't it?
Yes, Mal! It would boost the signal. But even if some passerby did happen to receive, all it would do is muck up their navigation!
Damn right, it's true! They'd be forced to stop and dig out our signal before they could even go anyplace.
[Mal stares at Wash. Wash stares back, realization dawning.]
Well, maybe I should do that then!
[Jayne walks in on Mal and Wash arguing.]
Jayne
Hey! [they both turn] [What the] guay you two think you're doin'? Fightin' at a time like this. [pause] [You'll] use up all the air.
[Flashback to Mal's years-earlier encounter with three bandits, one of whom is Jayne.]
MMarco
Reason? He's gonna talk to us about reason now.
Jayne
Yeah, that's a joke.
Which one you figure tracked us?
[nods, pauses] Could you be more specific?
MMarco
Do we look reasonable to you?
Well, looks can be deceiving.
Jayne
Not as deceiving as a low-down... dirty... deceiver.
[Marco laughs]
Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?
Had a kind o' poetry to it, sir.
. . .
[Figuring out it was Jayne who tracked them, Mal offers him a better cut of the goods]
Look, forget anything I said. I'm sure you're treated very well. You get the perks, got your own room.
[Jayne looks dejected]
Jayne
[indicates third bandit] With that one.
MMarco
Jayne, this ain't funny!
Jayne
Huh, yeah, I ain't laughing.
You move on over to this side, we'll not only show you where the stuff's at, we'll see to [it] you get your fair share. Not no sad seven [percent].
Jayne
[interest piqued] Private room?
Your own room. Full run of the kitchen. Whole shot.
MMarco
Jayne, I ain't asking-
Jayne
[shoots Marco in the leg] Shut up. [aims at the other bandit without looking] How big a room?
[The crew talks about their upcoming visit to core planet Ariel while they eat.]
River you have to eat. It's good. It tastes like—
[Takes bite of food.]
Jayne
It smells like crotch.
Jayne
Well, it does.
No one is setting foot on that fancy rock. I don't want anyone leaving the ship. Come to think of it, I don't want anyone looking out the windows or talking aloud.
Jayne
What's the point of coming to the core if I can't even step off the boat?
You could have got off with Shepherd Book at the Bathgate Abbey. Could've been meditating on the wonders of your rock garden by now.
Jayne
Well, it beats just sittin'.
[Jayne hocks some spit to help sharpen his knife.]
Could you not do that while we're… ever?
[Jayne spits again.]
So, two days in a hospital? That's awful! Don't you just hate doctors?
[Unobserved by anyone, River pulls a huge carving knife out of the kitchen rack.]
I mean, present company excluded.
Jayne
Let's not be excludin' people. [grins] That'd be rude.
[Suddenly, River slashes Jayne in the chest.]
. . .
[Coached by Simon, the crew prepares to impersonate emergency medical technicians.]
Patients were cynical, and not responding, and we couldn't bring 'em back.
...not responded— responsive...
...and we were unable to...
. . .
Which methods did you use?
We— we tried pulmonary stimulators, and— and cardiac... we...
. . .
What about cortical electrodes?
Jayne
Oh! [long pause] We forget 'em.
. . .
Pupils were fixed and dilapitated—
Dilated. Dilated! Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng! Shiny.
. . .
Jayne
Unable to get a neural...
Jayne
Response! Hell, I don't know. If I wanted schooling, I'd-a gone to school.