There is no pie…there is only do.
The Sauce is what gives a Pizza its power.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good pizza at your side, kid.
The pizza is strong in you, young Skywalker. But you are not a delivery boy yet!
“I’ve outrun Imperial delivery ships. Not the local baked thin-crust, mind you, I’m talkin’ about the big Sicilian pies, now.”
I’ll bet you guys a tenner that this becomes the subject of an SNL Weekend Update Joke-Off…
Why, you stuck up… half witted… scruffy looking… anchovy-eater!
Hey! Who’s scruffy looking?
It’s the ship that made the Frat Row run in less than twelve bread sticks.
Commander, tear this crust apart until you’ve found that cheese! And bring me the anchovies, I want them alive!
“Don’t act so surprised, your Highness, you weren’t on any mercy delivery this time. Several pepperonis were beamed to this ship on cheesy pies. I want to know what happened to the pans they sent you!”
“I love pizza.”
“I know.”
"I thought these Anchovies smelled BAD on the Outside…"
The mozzarella is strong with this one.
“Uncle Owen? This R2 pizza has a bad mozzarella!”
“That was our last pizza.”
“No. There is another.”
“Pepperoni is your favorite topping. Search your feelings, you know it to be true.”
“You will bring Solo and the pizza to me!”
“You serve your pizza well and you will be rewarded.”
“These anchovies were a really wonderful idea! What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!”
In my experience, there’s no such thing as a good anchovy pizza.
“Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your pizza.”
“He told me you ate it!”
You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. I’m here to deliver this pizza on schedule.
Help me Alka-Seltzer, you’re my only hope.
The ability to cause indigestion is *insignificant * when compared to the power of an anchovy pizza.
Join me, and together we will corner the pizza market as father and son.