Firefly

[Jayne, dressed in a bulky hooded coat and goggles, keeps his head down as they walk past the workers.]

Wash:
You haven't been here in years, Jayne. You really think you need that getup? No one's gonna remember you.

Mal:
I think it's possible they might.

[They all look up to see an elevated, life-sized mud statue of Jayne.]

Simon:
Son of a bitch!

. . .

Mal:
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.

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 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.

Mal:
Yeah, 'cept I'm looking at some fair compellin' evidence says they do.

[Simon is just staring at the statue]

Simon:
This must be what going mad feels like.