“You’re not going to stick a straw in it and suck the pickle out?”
“I’m pretty sure Gary Gygax said that.”
“Right before he rebooted his 8088.”
“Maybe he just has resting ‘laughing maniacally’ face.”
“That’s because you’re a baby. A big, bearded baby.”
“When you drop your dice, it’s not the same as rolling.”
“She’s not your wife!”
“But I’m not there to make that call.”
“I can see the commercial now: ‘You no longer smell the rotting corpses in your yard, but your neighbors do! Try Febreze.'”
“Leave it to Hawver to Incept his fucking Harrowing.”
“It’s like the opposite of James Bond: nobody does it better.”
“Nobody does it worse-er?”
“So what are your intentions for finding a way?”
“Crime. Violence, if necessary.”
“Did you name them?”
“Fearless and Danger!”
“After my mother!”
“Can we discuss the latent sexuality of your latest delusions?”
“There’s nothing remotely sexual about those dogs!”
“If I had good Wits, I wouldn’t have made the deal in the first place.”
“I have to aplogize; I don’t remember my name.”
“Danger.”
“That’s his middle name.”
“You got replaced by the FNG!”
“Worse yet, you got replaced by an NPC.”
“Unless it’s Hutt puppetry!”
“No, no, showing up after the Hutt lounge singer is the Hutt puppet show!”
“And he and his little hooligans are likely to come after us again. That’s why we’re standing out here.”
“Maybe I should go inside, then.”
“So a piece of paper is made out of people, so you should just write on your hand and cut out the middle-man.”
“Do any of you have Argos?”
“Yes. But you have to push the wheelchair.”