“Oh, right. This is the second junk station.”
“Oh no, we’re on a new topic: freeform jazz-sabres.”
“Creepy doesn’t mean skinflint.”
“I have to go first – my legs are short.”
“We use you as the pace car.”
“Oh, the strip show at the back of the ship? That’s where I make all my money.”
“That’s why he has pants, but no underwear.”
“Why is it every time that we go into hyperspace, something weird happens?”
“They are under…”
“House arrest?”
“Blockade.”
“That’s like house arrest, just for an entire ship!”
“Also, Mon Calamari piss in that.”
“That’s a valid reason not to drink it.”
“I don’t know if that’s where we’re supposed to go, but put it in the hole!”
“Who are definitely not in charge of this situation.”
“When are we ever in charge of the situation?”
“What would I roll – “
“Dice!”
“This week, on Mon Calamari Cribs…”
“That sounds like a threat!”
“I’m not going to say it that way!”
“You just said it that way!”
“So are you heading to the royal apartments or the bridge.”
“Both. Because we think they might be in the same direction.”
“I’m going to the royal apartments. I don’t know what these jokers are doing.”
“Actually, I know of at least one war hero that needs saving.”
“You?”
“I have either made a friend or I’ve been kidnapped.”
“Or both.”
“Most bridges have alcohol drawers! When you sit down, and there’s that drawer to your right? That’s the alcohol drawer!”
“No.”
“That’s where my alcohol drawer is!”