"There's no way you're getting out of this one, Jayne," said Kaylee. "Tell us you're sorry."
"Sorry for what? I ain't making no apologies to a bunch of gorram girls," he replied, looking almost as nervous as if the citizens of Jaynestown had decided to follow him all across the 'verse.
River eyed him mischieviously, backing toward the kitchen counter and caressing a long knife there.
"I should do it again," she smiled.
"No, no! Ain't no gorram way you're gonna stab me again --"
"-- Jayne, just tell us you're sorry," broke in Inara quickly. "I can understand you calling a companion --"
"Whore," Jayne corrected.
"-- lowly, but to call every female member of your fellow working crew lowly and unattractive is just --"
"Why can't you be more like Zoe?" Jayne asked, pointing directly at her. "She don't care none!"
Zoe looked up, shaking her head.
"I've got a bullet right here that I'm saving for you." She plastered a bright grin on her face and turned back to playing cards with Mal and Wash.
"Come on, Mal, tell them to let up on me," Jayne barked across the dining area.
"Should I call your mommy, Jayne?" came Mal's response, along with a slew of kissy faces from him and Wash. "Maybe she can knit you another hat."
"Load of gorram wankers think they're so shiny," Jayne growled.
He straightened up, looking beyond where he was standing, as if in awe something there.
"What's that, there?" he questioned, and with that sprinted away down in the opposite direction toward the bridge. Needless to say, the kitchen was filled with bouts of laughter.
"That's one for the Jayne book," Wash commented amidst tears of laughter.