Firefly

Mal:
Saffron has a notion we can walk right in there, take the Lassiter right off his shelf.

Wash:
I'm confused.

Saffron:
You're asking yourself if I've got the security codes, why don't I go in, grab it for myself?

Wash:
No. Actually, I was wondering... what's she doing on this ship?

. . .

Wash:
We're in space! How'd she get here?

Mal:
She hitched.

Wash:
I don't recall pulling over!

. . .

Jayne:
Okay. I got a question. If she's got the security codes, why don't she just walk in and grab it herself?

Saffron:
[sarcastically] Good point!

. . .

Mal:
Zoe? You ain't said a word. Time to weigh in.

Zoe:
Take sounds ripe enough, assuming we can fence it.

Saffron:
I know a guy on Persephone. Already has half dozen buyers on the bid.

Zoe:
But Inara ain't wrong.

[She stands to face Saffron.]

Zoe:
She can't be trusted.

Mal:
I ain't asking you to trust her. I'll be with her on the inside the whole time.

Saffron:
See there? All you gotta do to be a rich woman, hon, is... get over it.

Zoe:
Hmm. Okay.

[Zoe belts Saffron, who falls to the floor.]

Zoe:
I'm in.