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Mal: "You know, it ain't altogether wise, sneaking up on a man when he's
handling his weapon."
Inara: "I'm sure I've heard that said. But perhaps the dining area isn't the
place for this sort of thing?"
Mal: "What do you mean? Only place with a table big enough."
Inara: "Of course. In that case..." (rearranges guns) "Every well-bred petty
crook knows -- the small concealable weapons always go to the far left of
the place setting."
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