Here’s a photo just begging for a caption!
You taste like pineapple
“OK, what do I get for five space-dollars?”
Mam, as I have already stated, there is to be no kissing on the mouth during this transaction.
Don’t let anybody take your lunch money away today. Remember, you’re a Stormtrooper.
My wip! My wip! My wip ih caugh in youh hemet!
–Cliffy
Lady, I can see a booger in your nose.
“These are not the hooters you’re looking for.”
Please go away.
“Ah, now THIS was the droid I was looking for!”
*hahahaha, *Cliffy 
‘Michael Jackson’s latest plastic surgery a succes’
I think we’re a clone now… er, well, at least I am…
“This is more action than I ever got dressed as a Klingon.”
“I’m telling you, ma, don’t worry! I’m stationed on the Death Star. It’s the size of a small moon! What could possibly go wrong?”
“Imperial kissing booth, my ass! Why can’t the cheap bastards just raise taxes?”
“Alright. Remember. If I don’t give Daddy Vadar all the money, he’ll do that choking thing again!”
“I only wanted change for a dollar. Get your hand off my wang!”
“Another 20, gorgeous, and you can kiss my other helmet.”