Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled?
VEL: Keep moving! Keep moving.
TARAMYN: Echo engaged. Lockin' now.
Yes, I've been warned.
Freedom? Independence? Justice?
Well...
that this is a boot to the throats of all Ghormans,
But I'm glad that you're here.
Go! Move around him! Move!
Do not engage.
(GLASS BREAKING)
TARAMYN: Echo-One.
(WHOOSHING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROBODA BREATHING HEAVILY)
The quarterly payroll for an entire Imperial sector.
(GRUNTS)
Wrong time to mess up.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
SOLDIER: But we'll miss the Eye.
(WHIRRING)
I'm not wearing that.
Echo-One.
Go. I'm almost done. I'll be right behind you.
(GROANING)
CASSIAN: I'm flying blind!
Call it.
(JAYHOLD CHUCKLES)
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
(PETIGAR GRIMACES)
Wait.
That's why you're here? Revenge?
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Aldhani.
Let's move!
You should've been here when Cinta found out.
It's not you, Doc.
So just leave them here?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
He's an engineer. You won't charm him.
- TARAMYN: Load! - Out of the way!
(RADIO WHIRRING, BEEPING)
CASSIAN: What? It's not working?
Looks Imperial.
these last 12 years.
These people hate us.
(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
Try the inverse channel.
Let's go!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What would we be stealing?
They're from Alkenzi? We're from the garrison.
Welcome, sir.
(SIGHS)
(STATIC)
All right, listen up!
It'll all be over this time tomorrow.
You certainly whine about it enough.