Firefly

[Flashback to Mal's years-earlier encounter with three bandits, one of whom is Jayne.]

Marco:
Reason? He's gonna talk to us about reason now.

Jayne:
Yeah, that's a joke.

Mal:
Which one you figure tracked us?

Zoe:
The ugly one, sir.

Mal:
[nods, pauses] Could you be more specific?

Marco:
Do we look reasonable to you?

Mal:
Well, looks can be deceiving.

Jayne:
Not as deceiving as a low-down... dirty... deceiver.

[Marco laughs]

Mal:
Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?

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]

Mal:
Look, forget anything I said. I'm sure you're treated very well. You get the perks, got your own room.

[Jayne looks dejected]

Mal:
No? You share a bunk?

Jayne:
[indicates third bandit] With that one.

Mal:
[smirks] Really.

Marco:
Jayne, this ain't funny!

Jayne:
Huh, yeah, I ain't laughing.

Mal:
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?

Marco:
Jayne!

Mal:
Your own room. Full run of the kitchen. Whole shot.

Marco:
Jayne, I ain't asking-

Jayne:
[shoots Marco in the leg] Shut up. [aims at the other bandit without looking] How big a room?