Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MAYFELD: This way!
THE MANDALORIAN: Let's move. MAYFELD: The hell you think I'm doin'?
-Re-routing course, stand by. -"Proceed with caution"? Is she serious?
I wonder what's takin' them so long.
I was in Burnin Konn.
The guys I served with?
I mean, look at your race.
-Whoo! -
Inmate three-four-six-six-seven,
What?
-Okay. -THE MANDALORIAN: Good luck.
Let's get a drink, Brown Eyes.
Be sure to watch your cargo heat limits and speed.
You get the coordinates on Moff Gideon?
Copy. Standing by.
VALIN HESS: No, son.
Hmm? Their families?
And then they're gonna turn to us once again.
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Sir...
Neither one of 'em exist anymore.
I remand prisoner number three-four-six-six-seven to my custody.
WOMAN: Juggernaut Five, maintain speed and course.
Looks like rhydonium. Highly volatile and explosive.
If you wanna accuse me of something, then just say it.