Jayne: Don’t make no sense. What…Why the hell did that Mudder have to go and do that for, Mal? Jumping in front of that shotgun blast. Hell, there weren’t a one of them understood what happened out there. They’re probably sticking that statue right back up.
Mal: Most like.
Jayne: I don’t know why that eats at me so.
Mal: It’s my estimation that…every man ever got a statue made of him, was one kind of sumbitch or another. Ain’t about you, Jayne. It’s about what they need.
Jayne: Don’t make no sense.