Mal: You wanna tell me how come there's a statue of you here, looking at me like I owe him something?
Jayne: Wishin' I could, Captain.
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 lot of 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, but I'm looking at some fair compelling evidence says they do.
Simon: (staring at the statue) This must be what going mad feels like.
Jayne: Uh, hey, I got a idea. Instead of us hanging around playing art critic 'til I get pinched by the man, how's about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work, and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day. How's that?