Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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