If only he picked up on the whole putting-up-with-parents-for-wedding thing. Tsk tsk, Mal.

Commencing with the handflailing, "And if he so much as tries to lecture me on the food in the gorram kitchen, I'ma snap. I'm gonna snap and get thisclose to his face."

Mal stands, gesticulating even more, empty flask in hand.

"Don't fuckin' tell me what to goddamn do! 'S my ship, gorramit!"

Sitting back down again, sure of himself.

"That'll show 'im."