Star Wars, 9/16

“I wouldn’t be 30 grand in debt if I was a Sith, is what I’m hearing.”

“Let’s tell them we’re from the last planet.”
“You mean the one we left from illegally…?”
“Okay, one planet back from that.”

“I don’t think this is a great place, but it’s better than the other places.”

“Kind of like when the guards walk you into prison. You really feel like they want you there.”

“It’s an extra special bonus point that means something.”

“I feel like Kevin’s going to be too judgmental of my actions to ever give me a Force point.”
“To be fair, I think he’s going to be appropriately judgmental of your actions…”

“Ehhh, that’s a grey area.”
“It’s secret; of course it’s a grey area!”

“There’s a time and a place for that kind of thing.”
“What? If we can’t count to four, we have a problem!”

“This isn’t like DCC where I have a really low charisma. Here, there’s no charisma, so I can pretend it’s as high as I want.”

“Imperial beer nuts.”
“Tastes like neither nuts nor beer.”

“I just want you to know that you have eight more skeletons. My limit is ten.”

“You’re pretty sure, since it’s eye cavities are empty, it’s dead.”
“Ehh, eye cavities are optional.”

“Skeletons are creepy; dead bodies just happen.”

“You cannot use any of my 15 tons of parts.”
“Let’s find out how accurate their scales are.”
“I keep extremely accurate records.”
“That’s not what I said…”

“Underwear drawer? Why would I hide anything there? The only thing that would in there is the robe.”

“When you want the Force to flow through you, you yourself should be free-flowing. Write that down.”

“They’re those free-flowing samurai pants, with lots of room in the crotch. Because Mace Windu.”

“Blase? Is that the word we’re using to describe me now? I prefer nonchalant.”

“Stop distracting him. He flies slower when you distract him.”

“So I check to see if we’re at those coordinates.”
“You’re not. Two numbers were…”
“Transposed?”
“At least it’s not a decimal point!”

“Can you hold this in place?”
“I’m gonna go do my job as copilot.”
“Do you wanna drop out of hyperspace again?”
“Do you wanna do your job as mechanic?”

“Wait, they’re not like Tribbles, are they? An entire ship full of Imperial defectors.”

“I didn’t say you don’t flirt well; I just said you flirt too much.”