There’s more important stuff to do than sell ice cream.
By Grabthar’s hammer, by the suns of Warvan, you shall be avenged!
That is one opinion, Commander. It does not happen to be mine.
I exaggerated. Hours instead of days.
Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.
I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife’s grave. Then I joined the army.
When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not, hmm?
I’m nine hundred and six.
Sorry, I’m allergic to bullshit.
Buckaroo, I don’t know what to say. Lectroids? Planet 10? Nuclear extortion? A girl named “John”?
The king was pregnant
This city seemed miracle piled on miracle.
Don’t try to frighten us with your sorcerer’s ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient Jedi religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you enough clairvoyance to find the rebels’ hidden fortress… ack acckk aaccckkk
Ack! Ack! Ack!
It’s a trap!
It’s a cookbook.
Just to be safe side you should have her drained.
The quaddies seemed like such peaceful people.
See you at the party, Richter!
Why do we never meet anyone nice?