"They will die a death that will last millennia, until all that remains is their code, their history, and, in the end, the shell of their armor upon the shell of a man, too easily slain by Jedi." - Kreia, regarding the fate of the Mandalorians.
Widely believed to be a prediction of how Jango Fett would fall.
And some more Atton goodness:
Atton: So... how long you been a Jedi? Must be hard. No family, no husband.
Female Exile: Not as hard as enduring your false sympathy while you're staring at my chest.
Male Exile: Why don't you play pazaak with Atton?
Atton (from the ****pit): What, Pazaak? Again?
T3: Beep boop deet!
Handmaiden: I don't trust him.
Male Exile: At cards?
Handmaiden: That too.
Atton: So, how's our passenger? She still aging?
Female Exile: Still cryptic, as always.
Atton: What a surprise. Just so you Jedi know, the whole cryptic routine isn't mysterious, it's just irritating. If you really can see the future, you should be at the pazaak table.
Female Exile: But to see the future, one must be willing to see.
Atton: What was that? Some kinda joke? That's what I'm talking about, Jedi Talk. You two should start your own little Jedi academy.
Female Exile: But to teach, one must be willing to learn.
Atton: Alright! Cut it out, I get it! I get it. Last Jedi in the galaxy, I get the comedian who runs around in her underwear. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Atton: Are you blind? If I were her, I'd be screaming like a stuck mynock. Well, I mean a very strong, manly mynock.