"Hat his... hang...? What?"

That idiom would probably have passed Mal by, even if Morgan hadn't cocked it up. The Priest-king didn't even wear a hat, so far as she'd noticed on the handful of times they'd met.

"Morgan," she said with a sigh. "Do you even think before opening that mouth of yours?"

Canned laughter, drumroll, fade to black. END SCENE! .