Never tell me the odds!
Why, you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder!
Who’s scruffy-looking?
I am your father!
Heh. Yoda of Borg, am I. Hmphh. Assimilated, you will be, yes. Futile, resistance is.
Oh, I’m afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
They told me they fixed it! I trusted them to fix it! It’s not my fault!
That’s not a moon!
You will never find a more retched hive of scum and villainy.
These are not the droids you are looking for.
No. There is another.
Qui-Gon Jinn: You almost got us killed. Are you brainless?
Jar-Jar Binks: I spake!
Qui-Gon Jinn: The ability to speak does not make you intelligent. Now get out of here.
There’s always a bigger fish.
Do you want a Pizza Roll?
Hootini!
“Awww! But I was going into Tosche Station to pick up some power converters!”
I am your faaaaather.
Fly casual.
We’re fine. How are you?