Crosshair: It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield.
Tech: Opposite over hypotenuse. Duh.
Rex: What happened?!
Fives: Do you want the long version or the short version?
Fives: Shit's fucked.
Rex: Okay, long.
Fives: Shit's very fucked.
X-Wing Pilot: You flew directly next to a civilian transport
Din: So did you, hypocrite.
X-Wing Pilot: I was following you.
Din: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver.
X-Wing Pilot: Transmit your chain code.
*Din searching the palace*
Boba: Djarin, what are you looking for?
Din: My will to live
*Grogu pokes his head around the corner*
Din: Oh there it is.
Crosshair: Aren't you a little old for a lemonade stand?
Omega: Aren't you a little old to be alive?
Tech: Met a dumbass today. Awful.
Crosshair: You looked in a mirror?
Tech: Someday you will have to answer for your actions and the Maker may not be so merciful.
Tech, whenever the Batch does something stupid: Maker, throw some brains from the heavens.
Tech: Or stones as long he hits his mark.
Wrecker, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him?
Hunter: You did whAT?!
Tech: William Snakespeare
Clones as these weird text memes
Rex: That’s an order, Kix!
Kix, since Rex’s heath is involved:
I posted this originally about the Bad Batch and the only reason it got this many notes is because of what happened the exact same day
Rex, trying to put together more bunks: Ok, it says insert rod support A into slot B
Fives: That's what sh-
Rex: If you say 'that's what she said' one more time, I'm gonna pop you
The Hutts: You think you can steal from us and get away with it?!
Wrecker: Just gettin' a snack.
Hunter: No problem.
Tech: Just tinkering with the ship.
Hunter: Carry on.
Omega: Just collecting some dirt.
Hunter: Of course, sweetie.
Echo: Hey I just- *stumbles* I-
Hunter: Let's get you some rest.
Crosshair: I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!!!!
Hunter: TELL THEM WHO SENT YOU!!!
THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT SPOILERS
I'm a big fan of how Cad Bane shows up in almost every Star Wars TV show, shoots someone, and leaves.
I mean, c'mon. His character's consistent. That has to count for something.
Omega: Good morning parental figures
Crosshair, not looking up: Good morning problem child
Rex: Look, I really really need you two to stop flipping people off. Especially the Chancellor, he’s going to notice eventually.
Echo: But it’s like a secret code.
Fives: Yeah, a special salute from our middle fingers.
*cue them flipping the bird while saluting a sighing Rex*