Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give him the stone. You can kill each other later.

He comes here with nothin' but the clothes on his back

- You know that. - I know what you tell me.

- We planned this. - You did.

I'm here for the money

You don't know how to get it out of there.

Is it true they're tearing this all down?

It's too random to be random

And down there, where we'll be coming from,

They got no idea.

It just would've been something else.

Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real?

I always hated the Empire.

Let's get to it.

-(MACHINERY WHIRRING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We belong here.

I thought you were checking the comms.

Distance to load ramp?

It's always all about you.

It's a simple question.

What would I be showing off?

- Sky kyber. Look at it glow. - What's going on?

What kind of farm?

Skeen is left-handed.

He's Clem. He's here. That's all that matters.

- I've planned on this, and we're going. - You're only doing it to show off.

And whose fault is that?

(STAMMERS) We wanted to be sure.

Why don't you get a handle on what we're doing here

It's always inspiring, isn't it?

I'd spread it out.

- Right. - VEL: Cinta?

- You sure it's on the rail? - Yes.

And that is the real trick of the Imperial thought machine.

By the time you've remembered to sit up straight, it's too late.

He's the gatekeeper.

Where is she? Leida?

There's a long version, but what matters is they killed him.