Jayne grunts in acknowledgment of this, and folds the paper back up, stuffing it securely in a pocket.

Sure as ruttin' hell it's his.

(And even he's not sure what Lilly's going on about, with the money skirt. Some parts of a dream you forget faster than others.)

This is where a normal person would say thank you.

Jayne says: "You waitin' for a tip?"