Mal: Are you offering me a trade?|
Jayne: A trade!? Hell, it's theft. This is the best damn gun made by man. It has extreme sentimental value. It's miles more worthy than what you got.
Mal: What I got? She has a name.
Jayne: So does this! (caresses the gun lovingly) I call it Vera.
Mal: Well, my days of taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.