Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose? Mal: What? Come on, seriously, Zoe. Whaddya think? Zoe: Honestly, sir? I think you got robbed. Mal: Robbed? What? No. What do you mean? Zoe: It's a piece of fei-oo. [fei-oo. = junk] Mal: Fei-oo? Okay, she won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon. But she's solid. Ship like this, be with ya 'til the day you die. Zoe: Cause it's a deathtrap.