Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I warned you.
Form up.
I always hated the Empire.
SKEEN: Kyber.
- You sure it's on the rail? - Yes.
Mother.
- Right. - VEL: Cinta?
- We planned this. - You did.
Distance to load ramp?
I thought you were checking the comms.
It's always all about you.
And that is the real trick of the Imperial thought machine.
Skeen is left-handed.
Why don't you get a handle on what we're doing here
It's too random to be random
Questions?
It's always inspiring, isn't it?
He's Clem. He's here. That's all that matters.
Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real?
We belong here.
Uh-huh.
Is it true they're tearing this all down?
You don't know how to get it out of there.
I'm here for the money
They got no idea.
Revenge?
- Sky kyber. Look at it glow. - What's going on?
Skeen?
Where is she? Leida?
- You know that. - I know what you tell me.
Hmm.
Let's get to it.
Oh.
He's the gatekeeper.
And whose fault is that?
By the time you've remembered to sit up straight, it's too late.
And down there, where we'll be coming from,
Move!
-(MACHINERY WHIRRING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Give him the stone. You can kill each other later.
Yes, sir.
There's a long version, but what matters is they killed him.
What kind of farm?
It just would've been something else.
I'd spread it out.
What would I be showing off?
It's a simple question.
- I've planned on this, and we're going. - You're only doing it to show off.
(STAMMERS) We wanted to be sure.
He comes here with nothin' but the clothes on his back