Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is that? Is that the ID chip log?

-Hey, Cass. -Hey. (CHUCKLES)

You look stricken, Deputy Inspector.

Let's hear it, boss!

One of the most unpleasant people I've ever met.

Got a few Naval com-scans...

No. You came by for me, but I wasn't there.

(TOOL WHIRRING)

He said all I needed to do was stand here.

We'll go in together.

(DROID CHATTERS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

I'm late. Wait. What's this?

-(WHISTLES) -(HOUND SQUEALS)

To threaten me?

-You've been hiding it. -Saving it.

You want it, you take it and I walk away.

-No, no. The answer's no. -You don't know what I'm about to suggest.

We are simply asking for information.

I got to hurry.

He'd do anything for me.

-I'm not selling this to you, Bix. -Come on.

I'm getting tired of hearing that.

to an Imperial Regional Command review,