Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And hopefully, one you won't need to have answered very often, but...
seven tables per room, seven men, each table.
-I think so. -It's tight.
He fell! Or jumped!
(WHIRRING)
CASSIAN: Flight.
Off program!
Can't help but wonder what people are saying.
I didn't deserve what happened.
Kleya?
-TAGA: That was months ago. -We're down ten. You're dreaming.
Drill down, find Andor, and get a hunt started.
-It was a masterpiece. -Well, now I'm sure.
Or did you bring me some toys?
-Uh, we've met. -TAY: Indeed.
Do your time productively, keep to your lane,
sanitary conditions, and our minimally invasive enforcement techniques.
I wasn't counting this morning.
No, no, wait!
No sale today, Luthen.
KINO: He won't be back.
You can get as much as you want.
MON: (SMACKS LIPS) We should. I know.
Your breathing sounds weak.
VYVIN: We know what too little looks like.
(CLANGING IN DISTANCE)
Vulnerability is inevitable.
Hands behind heads, feet down!
This will be a sprint segment.
BRASSO: Or yours.
Nothing with you is free.
(CLICKING)
Would I be out here in the cold
-Where? -The hotel. He never came home.
You see in the main boxes, one through seven,
where we can do anything to stop it.
-Home planet? -Deris-plata.
DEDRA: Here's what we'll do, Mr. Karn.
We can't hide forever.
It may take some time to work up, but he's got an angle.
Three's off two, they're at 18.
MELSHI: Ask him already.
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
(INGENUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Hey!
The Public Order Decree.
DEDRA: This is an Imperial Starpath unit.
Hot floor!
Supervisor Meero has convinced me
Yeah, losing the hotel is not good for business.
We're not answering. We can't.
MELSHI: Xaul, help him.
What's not in here?
You really don't know where he is?
(CHUCKLES)
I was hoping you'd come.
What are you doing? Get him out of here.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(WHIRRING)
It's a potent question.
GUARD 3: He'll be here any second.
The tube.
Come on, move it, bare feet, let's go!
BOY: Detained for what?
and its distribution to rebel groups across the galaxy.
(SNIFFLES)
-You okay? -ULAF: (GRUNTS) Pin jam.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It's a 12-hour shift.
We're calling a new clock.