All language subtitles for boba_English

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

I can't.

(PANTING)

(JAWAS CHITTERING)

(CHITTERING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING JAWAESE)

(LAUGHTER)

(TUSKENS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(YELLS)

-(ROARS)
-(GRUNTING)

(MASSIFF WHINES)

Rodian. Do you want me to cut your bonds?

-(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE LOUDLY)
-Quiet. Quiet.

-(GROWLS)
-(WHIMPERING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

FENNEC SHAND: Wake up, boss.

MEDICAL DROID: Healing session suspended.

The dreams are back.

Time to go.
They're lined up to pay respects.

I'll let them know you're on your way.

(HELMET HISSES)

(AQUALISH DON SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

BOBA FETT: Did you catch any of that?

FENNEC SHAND: Something about friendship?

BOBA FETT:
We really need a protocol droid.

8D8: Presenting Dokk Strassi,

leader of the Trandoshan family,

protectors of the city center
and its business territories.

BOBA FETT: That's weird.
I used to work for him.

It's even weirder for him.

A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo.

BOBA FETT: It's an honor to be welcomed
to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi.

May you never leave Mos Espa.

(BOBA FETT CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

BOBA FETT: Even when a Trandoshan
pays you a compliment,

it sounds like a threat.

8D8: Presenting His Excellency,
Mok Shaiz,

Mayor of Mos Espa
and its surrounding plateaus.

The Mayor's Majordomo, actually.

We were told the Mayor
was coming to pay tribute.

Ah, indeed yes. With apologies.

I understand how one might draw
such a conclusion from the correspondence.

BOBA FETT: Very well. Extend my greetings
and appreciation for the Mayor's tribute.

Another understandable misunderstanding.

The, uh, only tribute I bear
is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome,

which I express in his stead.

So you bring no tribute?

The Mayor's heartfelt welcome

and regrets that he's been drawn away
by pressing matters, milady.

If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba,

he'd have fed you to his menagerie.

Apologies. Ap... Apologies.

BOBA FETT: Tell the Mayor I'm here now.

He knows. Yes, he knows.

BOBA FETT: Perhaps another time. Next.

Actually, there is one other matter,
if I may.

BOBA FETT: What is it?

The matter of tribute.

BOBA FETT: I'm confused.

He wants you to pay him.

What? I'm the crime lord.
He's supposed to pay me.

Shall I kill him?

BOBA FETT: He works for the Mayor.

Is that a no?

That's a no.

Lord Fett offers the gift of your leave
unmolested.

Hmm.

Apologies and appreciation.

The Mayor may take it differently,
but I shall indeed convey your sentiment.

I would not be surprised if you receive
another delegation in the near future.

-BOBA FETT: Keep an eye on that one.
-I keep an eye on everyone.

8D8: These two Gamorreans
were once bodyguards to Jabba the Hutt,

and later, Bib Fortuna.

They did not surrender
even after their patron was killed.

They were captured alive
as a tribute to you, Lord Fett.

Their tortured squeals
will send a piercing message

to all potential challengers
to your throne.

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

BOBA FETT: I do not torture.

8D8: Well, respectfully, Lord Fett,
on Tatooine you must project strength

if you are to be accepted as a Daimyo.

BOBA FETT: You were loyal
to both your bosses.

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

Would you be loyal to me
if I were to spare you?

(GAMORREANS SQUEAL AND GRUNT)

This is a bad idea.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

FENNEC SHAND: You should have let them
carry you on a litter.

BOBA FETT: I'm not being carried
around the streets like a useless noble.

FENNEC SHAND: It is a sign of power
to the people of Mos Espa.

They're used to seeing the Hutts
paraded around the streets.

Things would go a lot smoother
if you accepted their ways.

(PLAYING CANTINA THEME VARIATION)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(PEOPLE CHEERING AND LAUGHING)

(BEEPING)

No, we're not here for drinks.
We have business with Garsa Fwip.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Looks like business is good.

(DROID BEEPING)

Would you like your helmet
serviced and cleaned

-while you wait for Madam Garsa?
-No.

Sure. Here, take both of ours.

"Things will go a lot smoother
if you accept their ways."

Welcome to the Sanctuary.

Would you care to partake
in any of our sundry offerings?

Maybe another time.
I'm here to talk business.

Oh, then business it is.

Would you like your Gamorreans
hosed down and fed

while we are sequestered?

No, no, no, it's fine.

This won't take long.
We can do it right here.

This is Master Assassin Fennec Shand.

I'm Boba Fett.

I have replaced Bib Fortuna.

Apologies. I didn't see your litter.

I wasn't carried on a litter.

I walk on my own two feet.

(CHUCKLES) Apologies.

I'm just here to introduce myself
and assure you that your business

will continue to thrive
under my watchful eye.

Well, thank you, Lord Fett.

And thank you
for the gracious introduction

and for making the long journey
to visit our establishment.

It is our little slice of paradise.

And you are always welcome,
as it is yours now.

Huh. Yours look shinier than mine.

Jabba had many vassals.

We've got a lot of ground to cover
if we are to keep his empire intact.

I can make the rounds without you.
Jabba rarely left his chambers.

Jabba ruled with fear.

I intend to rule with respect.

If I may...

Speak freely.

In difficult times, fear is a surer bet.

(ASSASSIN GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING JAWAESE)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTS)

(WEAPON CRACKLING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

-(BOBA FETT GRUNTS)
-(SHIELDS CRACKLING)

(WEAPONS CRACKLING)

-(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)
-Huh?

(ASSASSIN GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(ASSASSIN SCREAMS)

(ASSASSIN 2 SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(BLASTER WHIRS)

Fennec!

Alive.

Get me to the bacta pod.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTS)
-(ASSASSIN YELLS)

(SIGHS)

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

(TUSKEN CHILD GRUNTS)

(TUSKEN RAIDERS GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TUSKEN CHILD GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

-(SPEAKING TUSKEN)
-What?

(SPEAKING TUSKEN)

(TUSKEN CHILD GRUNTING)

Uh, what do you want me to do?

(SCREECHING)

Dig?

(TUSKEN CHILD GRUNTS)

Dig for that?
Oh, you want me to dig for that.

(BOBA FETT SIGHS)

Water. You want me to dig for water.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

No hard feelings, mate.

(MASSIFF SNARLING)

(MASSIFF GROWLING)

(RODIAN PRISONER SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(OBJECT CRACKS)

(TUSKEN CHILD GRUNTS)

Easy, youngling.

(PANTING)

I need some water.

(GRUNTS)

I would like a drink.

(BOBA FETT EXHALES)

(MASSIFF GRUNTING)

(BOBA FETT PANTING)

We could have both escaped
if you didn't sound the alarm.

If you kept your snout closed,

if we can get to Anchorhead,

I can get us off world.

I could also strangle you
with this ankle chain

and feed your leg to the watchdog.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Oh, that you understand, huh?

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Keep it down.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Quiet.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GASPS)

(YELPS)

(MASSIFF GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

What?

(GRUNTS)

(SAND CREATURE SNARLING)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

(RODIAN PRISONER SCREAMS)

(SAND CREATURE GROWLS)

(MASSIFF WHIMPERS)

(WHINES)

(ROARS)

(YELLING)

(ROARS)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTING)

(ROARING)

(TUSKEN CHILD WHIMPERS)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(SAND CREATURE SCREECHES)

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(SHOUTING IN TUSKEN)

(TUSKEN RAIDERS CHATTERING)

(ALL SPEAKING TUSKEN)

(EXCITED CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)