I see your point, sir. I suggest a new strategy, Artoo – let the Wookiee win.
Surrender is a perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme circumstances!
It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you’re sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Now let’s you just drop them pants.
All right, we’ll call it a draw.
Fill your hands, you son of a bitch!
Heh heh, kids say the darnedest things.
Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful Force controlling everything. There’s no mystical energy field that controls my destiny. It’s all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense.
Nonsense! Why, it’s a medicinal fact that rum gets a man’s heart started in the morning!
My hair used to be blond like yours. Yours will get darker, too. We’re beautiful girls, aren’t we?
You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller.” And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.
How typical.
The Palefaces make many promises to us, yet they keep only one: they promise to take our land, and they take it. And now you bring one of them here, to be nursed back to health? Tonto, why?
But he would have died!
You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?
I am not afraid of death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.
I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight.
Everybody messes up sometimes, even Elvis.
No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home.
I’ll tell ya, I remember this one time - I’m in a Banshee at night in combat conditions, so there’s no running lights on the carrier. It was the Shrangri-La, and we were in the Sea of Japan and my radar had jammed, and my homing signal was gone - because somebody in Japan was actually using the same frequency, and so it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. And I’m lookin’ down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: ZAP! Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. All my instruments are gone, my lights are gone, and I can’t even tell now what my altitude is. I know I’m running out of fuel, so I’m thinking about ditching in the ocean. And I look down there, and then in the darkness there’s this uh, there’s this green trail. It’s like a long carpet that’s just laid out right beneath me. And it was the algae, right? It was that phosphorescent stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship. And it was - it was - it was leading me home. You know? If my cockpit lights hadn’t shorted out, there’s no way I’d ever been able to see that. So uh, you never know what events are to transpire to get you home.