I'm just saying, somewhere someone in this galaxy is ruling, and others are being ruled.

Migs

I don't know how you wear those things. And by "you people," I do mean Mandalorians.

Migs

Migs: So, unless you're gonna take off that helmet, it's gonna be me goin' in alone. Or say goodbye to your little green friend.
Din: You're not going alone I'm coming with you But I won't be showing my face.

These Remnant bases are set up and run by ex-ISB. If you get scanned and your genetic signature shows up on any New Republic register, you're gonna be detected, and it's guns out.

Migs

Fennec: Wonder what they're refining in there.
Boba: Looks like rhydonium. Highly volatile and explosive.
Migs: [referencing Cara] Yeah kinda like this one, huh?

Migs: Why am I so lucky?
Cara: Because you're Imperial.
Migs: Hey, that was a long time ago, alright?
Din: But you still know your Imperial clearances and protocols, don't you?

Have you ever seen one of these (producing the dark saber for Grogu)? From years past? You're not ready to play with such things. LIable to put an eye out with one of these.

Moff

Din: Cara Dune, Marshal of the New Republic. I heard rumors you might have gone legit.
Cara: I wouldn't go that far.

Din: The Child's gone.
Boba: Until he is returned to you safely, we are in your debt.

This isn't a spice dream. I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes.

Boba

Boba: They're back.
Fennec: Who?
Boba: The Empire. They're back.

Have the dark troopers been engaged?

Moff Gideon