Feng le. Sure are a lot of new folk passin' through.

Streets is plumb packed. Wonder what all the fuss is. Ain't nothin' goin' on 'round town.

Festival was last weekend.

Well, if any folks is lookin' to fix up their transports, shops open again. Ching Jin.

Wai.Simon.

Shun-sheng duh gao-wahn! Simon! Jayne!

Wo Bu Shin Wo Dah Yan Jing...

I could use a hand at the shop, somethin... I didn' mean for it to... Lao Tien Fu what a mess....

Ai-yah. Tyen-ah. They ain't real! Ain't no such thing as aliens. Just regular folks... and... and reavers.

Aliens is just cow fetuses in jars at carnivals.

Simon? Jayne? Anyone? 

Wo Bu Shin Wo Dah Yan Jing! SO many fruits! They don't got no shortage of 'em here.

I could spend my entire cut here. I ain't got no reason not to, so far as I can see.

Everythin's so shiny.