“We should probably decide to get into Robin Hooding instead of drifting into Robin Hooding and suddenly we’re running Imperial blockades….”
“Is R5 on the ship?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, we’re good. We can go now. R5 can get his share.”
“Thank you so much for that roll, by the way.”
“You’re welcome! If you need a guy to roll a 1 and get a zero on 2d6, I’m your guy.”
“The amount of alcohol he goes through has got it sanitized, trust me.”
“And they’re always shedding!”
“I know! Filaments and follicles everywhere.”
“You are certain that if you were in need of a random piece of metal… there are better places to buy them.”
“We’re not selling you!”
“I’m not for sale!”
“I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I’m going that way.”
“Are you okay? Are you all right?”
“I’m… confused…?”
“How many fingers can you see?”
“Two fingers, one Hutt?”
“Oh, so THIS is an open-brandish community.”
“Right. So I put my gun away.”
“Gotta focus – my friends are here. Gotta keep them from doing anything – “
“Us?”
” – Rash.”
“Why would you say that out loud?”
“No filter. The filter is taller than he is.”
“I am not going on another scavenger hunt for things you have feelings about today.”
“I’m not good-copping/bad-copping. I’m just pointing out that if you’re getting us into this mess, we had better make a profit.”
“He shot me, and you’re making me feel bad about him!”
“It would be idiotic for us to be millionaires and not have a car…”
“That was out of character! Why would you put that on droids? There’s so many horrible smells in the universe!”
“That’s like the Popemobile and Prince’s favorite vehicle had a love child.”