Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

*Another one* on the way!
(WHOOSHING)
Our charter forbids us from having a military
(GROANS)
I beg your pardon.
The Mandalorian garrison outside your city walls
(TRILLING)
(CRACKLING)
THE MANDALORIAN: You had me at "battle droids."
and petition the New Republic to recognize it as such.
(CLANKS)
I can assure you they were completely rehabilitated for peaceful purposes.
Who's in charge of that?
You served my family well.
M'Lady.
-(SHOUTING) -(WHOOSHING)
This is not intended to be a work of charity.
Which one of you is in charge?
Do you grant permission to scan your chain code?
What are you doing with Commissioner Helgait?
THE MANDALORIAN: I knew they looked familiar.
Unlike my brethren outside your city walls,
Citizens have been harmed by these malfunctioning machines.
He's one of them.
If it has a chain code,
And thanks to the New Republic Amnesty Program,
As for now, you must live in exile on the moon of Paraqaat.
(BEEPS)
Our society would collapse.
It's a party.
The New Republic would send them to scrap.
Rest assured, I've had the entire line of loaders
I return this blade to its rightful owner.
You're wasting your time. You can't reason with droids.
This is the address.
We have a problem.
(LAUGHTER)
Weaponry and armor are intrinsic to your culture, are they not?
(DROID CHATTERING)