Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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