“Man, that makes this plan significant more challenging.”
“What, a neat character sheet?”
“No, reading the rules.”
“I had a plan, but then I read the rules, and now my plan is a little sketchier.”
“You should totally be worried about the little man with the lightsaber.”
“No, I’m just trying to remember how to use a lightsaber, because I never use it. I use it as a flashlight, I use it to open things…”
“You’re almost dead – spend another Dark Side point!”
“I got him down to a torso – he’s not really dangerous anymore!”
“That was spooky magic shit – that’s your job!”
“I’m gonna keep just yelling ‘write that down’ things at him.”
“Removing an arm can still be considered pacifist – write that down for me. Because I’m going to have to be reminded of that!”
“We’re not staying.”
“I’m drinking, so we’re staying long enough for that.”
“We will buy you a bottle at the nearest bar and you can drink it in your cabin.”
“A bottle?”
“Dex, you got a favorite spot on Tattooine? It’s Naboo, isn’t it. Your favorite spot on Tattooine is Naboo.”
“Man, Nomad Moon did not last long. Something about breaking into Imperial prisons…”
“Here – write this down. If you’re blackout drunk, the Dark Side can’t find you.”
“I mean, we had someone that could have taught you necromancy, but you cut off her hand and locked her in a tube…”