“Do you want your ears scritched too?”
“No, but ask me again after the game.”
“That sounds like work.”
“That’s your job as captain!”
“Well, hey, we got two-factor authentication that this is the king.”
“The clones don’t spark up conversation with you.”
“I’m perfectly comfortable holding up both ends of the conversation.”
“I really want the button that wakes him up to say ‘percolate.'”
“Our job wasn’t to bring him back; our job was – “
“Our job got complicated.”
“I know, but I’m trying to simplify.”
“I’m going back to my roots.”
“Why do your roots involve heads in jars?”
“Is he alive in the same way that a frog is alive if you stick a bunch of electrodes in it? Because that’s not alive.”
“Why is your king like a frog?”
“It feels kind of selfish that we went in, broke this guy out of prison, had him make one proclamation, and let him die.”
“We might be dicks.”
“Somewhere, someone in a helmet makes a noise.”
“Can you recreate that noise? For posterity.”
“The station does have a fully-arrayed c-“
“Commissary?”
“How quickly this devolved into a rave…”
“I mean, who would just hold on to parts of their enemies.”
“The profit margins…”
“Did we just become the A-Team?”
“Were we falsely accused of a crime we didn’t commit? No… we actually did the crime.”
“We’re also seriously short a Face-man. And we have way too many Murdocks.”
“The only way we can confirm that we won’t commit a crime in a place is for us to have not been there.”
“You sold me this thing with a Jedi in the trunk? Seriously?”
“A used droid could be interesting.”
“Like interesting times?”
“It’s a 2020 droid!”
“You don’t want your new transponder to be stolen. Or accused of Imperial war crimes.”