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JAYNE: Hey, I got an idea— ‘Stead of hangin’ around playin’ art critic until I get pinched by The Man, how’s about we move the hell away from this eerie-ass piece-a-work and get on with our ‘creasingly eerie-ass day? How’s that!?
MAL: I don’t know. This here’s a spectacle might warrant a moment’s consideration.
KAYLEE: Wherever I move to, his eyes keep followin’ me.
JAYNE: Come on, gorramn it! We got a job, let’s go do it ant get outta here.
— Firefly, “Jaynestown” (1.6)