Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't control the vault!
TARAMYN: Vel, take him.
VEL: Enough! Move! Move!
Bring 'em in, bring 'em in. Keep loading!
Nemik's manifesto.
He's 12, he can dress himself.
Valley-One, go. Valley-One.
You're not here to save anybody but yourself.
(DISTORTED) In... Repeat. We're in... the freighter now.
Skeen! Skeen!
Move!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- Move. - ROBODA: Please.
- Let the boy go! - Jayhold...
CASSIAN: Where are we heading?
Get this thing in the air!
(WHIRRING INTENSIFIES)
Yeah, luck.
KLEYA: There's nothing else you can do, Luthen.
Anyone doesn't want to hustle for the next ten minutes, raise your hand.
catch our breath,
He's alive.
SKEEN: You think he'll make it?
(YELLING)
Perhaps they'll think differently tomorrow.
- Out! Out! - JAYHOLD: This is not an inspection,
(CASSIAN GRUNTING)
(VEL AND SKEEN GRUNT)
Get that transfer, leave this stinking planet?
Tell him, sir. Tell him he needs to leave.
(WHIRRING)
NEMIK: It will. It locks in.
But if we go down, you're right there with us.
Colonel Petigar?
-(GROANING) -(BLASTER FIRES)
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
Fire in the hole!
KLEYA: It's a Devaron blue.
- She wants to bail on him. - He's dying.
(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)
(PILGRIMS GASP)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
The Dhanis would rather lose, they'd rather suffer, than accept.
SOLDIER 1: Come on.
Wait!
You mean nothing to them.
CINTA: Will do. Valley-One out.
I'll give you 30,000 credits for the ship in the barn.