Trying to come up with something good

Mace: Master Yoda, we have a serious attachment problem in the Order

Yoda: What do you mean?

Mace: Well, we have Plo adopting anything with a pulse, Skywalker's so married it hurts, and I'm pretty sure Aayla is sleeping with her commander. And I just ran into Obi Wan weeping into his commander's arms about the Duchess of Mandalore.

Yoda: Well, died, she just did. Messed up, it was.

Mace: That's besides the point. What are we going to do about it?

Yoda: Nothing.

Mace: Pardon?

Yoda: Nothing, we will do.

Mace: Does that mean we're allowing attachment now?

Yoda: Forbidden, attachment is.

Mace: But-

Yoda: Stopped caring, I have.

Luminara, sticking her head in: I don't have any attachments.

Mace: We know, Luminara.

Luminara: Like if my apprentice died, I wouldn't even care. Heck, I'd even finish the job.