No, I’m a mocker.
It’s Lieutenant Hurwitz. Severe shell-shock. Thinks he’s Ethel Merman.
To arrive at this moment, he had traveled vast distances enduring many hardships. Abject poverty, starvation, show tunes, you name it.
There you go again with those negative waves! Why don’t you knock it off with them negative waves?
This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good.
The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody has decided not to see.
I am transparent. I am like the window. I am see-through. I’m like Saran Wrap.
Where have I seen that guy before?
You don’t remember me? We spoke on the phone two days ago. I TOLD you I would find you.
So where can a guy find some action?
Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.
This is just a dirty little village in the middle of nowhere. Nothing that happens here is really important.
I’m shakin’ the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I’m gonna see the world. Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Colosseum. Then I’m comin’ back here to go to college and see what they know. And then I’m gonna build things. I’m gonna build airfields, I’m gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high, I’m gonna build bridges a mile long!
Made it, Ma! Top of the world!
Don’t get too cocky my boy. No matter how good you are, don’t ever let them see you coming. That’s the gaffe, my friend ! You gotta keep yourself small. Innocuous. Be the little guy. You know, the nerd… the leper… shit-kickin’ surfer. Look at me : underestimated from day one. You’d never think I was a master of the universe, now would ya?
I read about this guy who gets on the MTA here, dies. Six hours he’s riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A. People on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.
Hey! Are you the stiff’s daughter?
He vas my boyfriend!
Well, have you ever seen a nun call a small child a fucking cunt rag ?