That means that I don’t work, I don’t fly an x-wing, I don’t fucking ride in an x-wing, I don’t herd nerfs, I don’t turn on the bacta tank, and I sure as shit DON’T FUCKING PODRACE on Life Day!
How do you blow up a death star Walter?
You’re out of your element, 3PO.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. My life is in your hands, dude.
Oh please, dear? For your information, the Galactic Courts of Justice have roundly rejected prior restraint.
Look man this isn’t a New Republic thing.
Those Sith fucks! This whole fuckin’ thing! I did not watch my buddies die face-down in the snow so this fuckin’ strumpet, this fuckin’ whore could waltz around the galaxy–
I’m staying. I’m finishing my bantha milk.
Greedo, my friend, you are entering a world of pain.
That poor bounty hunter? That poor slut.
you want a hand? I can get you a hand.
The ‘dark side’? That’s like, your opinion dude.
Rebels. Fuck me. Say what you want about the tenets of the Empire, at least it’s an ethos
I was going to say, “Woah, the Rebels had an ethos,” but now that I think about it nihilists have an ethos too. Whoosh, I guess.
You want a lightsaber servered bounty hunter arm? I can get you a lightsaber servered bounty hunter arm by the end of the day!
Hoth you say? I have a story about ‘You see what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps!’
There’s an In ‘N’ Out on the way.
The In ‘N’ Out is on Coruscant.
Nobody ****s with the Jesus! I have the death sentence on 12 lanes!