THE CLIENT: I would like to see the baby.
[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]
KUIIL: This is what was causing all the fuss?
THE MANDALORIAN: I think it's a child.
GREEF KARGA: What a precious little creature.
I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair
on its wrinkled little head.
THE MANDALORIAN: Ready to lay low
and stretch your legs for a couple
of months, you little womp rat?
[SQUEAKS]
[CHILDREN LAUGHING]
STORMTROOPER 1: What is that thing, anyway?
STORMTROOPER 2: I don't know.
Maybe Moff wants to eat it.
I don't ask questions.
GREEF KARGA: I have no idea if he wants to eat
it or hang it on his wall.
He's trying to eat me!
THE MANDALORIAN: Spit that out.
[SLURPING]
IG-11: That was unpleasant.
I'm sorry you had to see that.
THE ARMORER: This is the one that you hunted then saved?
THE MANDALORIAN: Yes.
The one that saved me, as well.
GREEF KARGA: Come on, baby!
Do the magic hand thing!
[COOS]
THE MANDALORIAN: Stop touching things.
CARA DUNE: We need someone to watch that thing.
THE MANDALORIAN: You stay right here.
You stay.
Don't move.
What is it?
THE ARMORER: It is a foundling.
It is in your care.
You are a clan of two.
CARA DUNE: Take care of this little one.
[COOS]
[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]