Luke: “Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
Obi-Wan: [clutching chest] “I felt a great disturbance in The Sauce, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out for Chicago-style, and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened… You’d better get on with your deliveries.”
[R2D2 makes a triumphant move for the last slice of pizza and squeals with delight; Chewbacca growls his displeasure.]
C3PO: “He made a fair move; screaming about it won’t help you.”
Han: “Let him have it; it’s not wise to upset a Wookie.”
C3PO: “But Sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid.”
Han: “That’s 'cause a droid don’t pull people’s arms out of their sockets when they don’t get the last slice. Wookies have been known to do that.”
Guard: “Where are you taking this… thing?”
Luke: “Pizza delivery to cellblock 1138?”
Guard: “I didn’t call it in… I’ll have to verify it.”
…
Communications officer: “What’s going on?”
Han: “Uh, everything’s under control, situation normal…”
CO: “What happened?”
Han: “Uh, we had a slight grease fire but, uh, everything’s perfectly alright now… we’re all fine, uh, fine here now, thank you… How’re you doing?”
Leia: “Aren’t you a little short to be a delivery man?”
Luke: “Oh, the uniform!”
Vader: “He is here.”
Grand Moff Tarkin: “Obi-Wan Kenobi? What makes you think so?”
Vader: " A tremor in The Sauce. The last time I felt it, was in the presence of my old master."
GMT: “Surely he must be dead by now.”
Vader: “Don’t underestimate The Sauce.”
GMT: “The Chicago-Style chefs are extinct; their fire has gone out of the universe. You, my friend, are all that’s left of their culinary cult…”
Han: “One thing’s for sure. We’re all gonna be a lot fatter!”
Vader: “The pizza is now complete. When I left you, I was but the delivery boy; now, I am the master chef.”
Obi-Wan: “Only a master of the ubiquitous New York style, Darth.”
Leia: “At least the information R2 has is still intact.”
Han: “What’s so important? What’s he carrying?”
Leia: “The exact recipie of the Domino’s pie. I only hope that when the data is analyzed, a weakness can be found…”
Rebel pilot: “…what good are stunt fighters going to be against that?”
Rebel leader: “Well, the Domino’s empire doesn’t consider a small, one-man Chicago-style diner to be any threat.”
Death Star targeting computer voice: “We can deliver to the moon with the rebel base in 30 minutes… or less.”
Pilot: “I’m gonna try to cut across their axis to try to divide the anchovy!”
Other Pilot: “Pull up! Pull up! You can’t cut through those toppings!”
Yoda: “Judge this pie by its size, do you?”
‘Any Napkin’: “I hate grease. It’s hot and slick and it gets into everything…”
