“He’s your friend – you explain him.”
“When I said I was willing to be involved in the blood sacrifices, this is not what I meant.”
“I don’t usually fondle peoples’ dongles unless they ask.”
“If there’s a cenobite in here, I’m throwing it off the ship.”
“…Cenobite.”
“Instead of…? Cinnabun?”
“Yeah.”
“If there’s a Cinnabun in here, I’m not throwing it off the ship.”
“Force makes you dumb.”
“It uses an element he refers to as ‘fool’s Khyber.'”
“That sounds more like us.”
“Oh, they’re not Force ghosts. They’re ghost-ghosts.”
“Of course, we’ve seriously scope-creeped from breaking into the Imperial database from some anonymous console on Coruscant to sneaking into the Imperial Palace and wandering around in the hopes that something interesting happens.”
“We’re buying burner ships now?”
“Look… the burner ship still has to leave the planet. That’s a requirement.”
“It’s not that hard to smuggle yourself off Coruscant.”
“It makes me uncomfortable when she says stuff like that.”
“I mean, we can get some pretty high-quality fake beards. Bring me a Wookiee.”
“Tycho, did you break the flashing lights?”
“No, I fixed it! Have Ghent walk back and forth through there a few times.”
“Is it only going to flash a light?”
“It should!”
“Is it only going to flash a light…?”
“Look, this thing only has three settings – safe, fire, and stun. And when you want it to fire full auto, something has to go.”
“‘Wait, why did we load the ship full of clowns?’ ‘Well, we were going to come in as a circus, but we decided that was stupid.’ ‘But why did we bring the clowns?'”
“Militia.”
“Is he really rebelling, or is he angry at his parents?”
“He was staring at my… garden.”
“You mean the green, smelly spot in your room?”
“It used to be that – I’ve been tending it.”
“It’s still a green, smelly spot.”
“Can we book a tour?”
“Oh god, do you know how badly that went the last time?”
“Well, yeah. But can we book a tour?”
“This is what adventures are like, kid. If you’re not willing to crap your pants…”