Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(SIGHS) Where would that put me?
shelters and taverns with cheap local beverages.
(VEL BREATHING HEAVILY)
Come and look at this sash.
We should just submit and be thankful?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Clem out first.
(WHIRRING, BEEPING)
- VEL: Come on! All the way around! - TARAMYN: Move! Bring it in!
Well, it won't be for lack of trying.
It'll all be much easier.
- VEL: Move! - TARAMYN: That's it. Let's go!
You wanna win and walk away.
Down!
SOLDIER: Everything all right, sir?
Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real?
TARAMYN: Move, move! Move! Move!
My conclusion is simple.
(GUARDS SCREAMING)
The Eye, Colonel, you're in for a treat.
She'll be there.
which is why I am urging you to cooperate.
We have a vault-breach indicator lighting up over here.
Nobody has to die.
Don't worry.
(VEL AND SKEEN GRUNT)
(DR. QUADPAW GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
A bit of ceremonial nonsense, and we can tuck into a fine table.
(SIGHS) Well, you're half right.
TARAMYN: Echo-One.
Roboda?
Attention!
(PILOT YELLING)
Seven years serving you? I deserve worse than that.
Right turn.
Requesting status rep.
I can't feel my legs. I can't, I can't feel my legs.
- CASSIAN: Go, go, go! - VEL: Move it!
Hey!
Where am I heading? I need numbers!
(PANTING)
We're here on point.
We've found the best way to steer them as we'd like is to offer alternatives.
(SCOFFS)
Against the wall. Move.
He's dead.
Do I look thankful to you?
TARAMYN: Yes.