Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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