Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Woman: If they come back, you know how to contact me.
(gasps)
We got our work cut out for us.
Of course I can do it.
(grunts)
Tech: I do not see Wrecker,
I'll give you 2,000.
I beg your pardon. I am the droid in charge-- Oh, my! You're not a droid.
I am afraid that is impossible. We are prohibited from leaving this post.
We need the credits.
(stammers) You're not a droid.
but Omega is hanging from a maintenance tower in the skyway.
-I could. -Great!
Hey! (grunts)
But the war is over. Isn't that good?
No sale.
Echo, go to your new owner.
(keypad beeps)