“Killing me won’t won’t bring back your %#!@# shields!”
“How in the name of Yoda’s butthole did that little droid do it?”
“Put…the…fuel…back in the hyperdrive.”
“I work in a little glass jar and lead a very uneventful life. I drive a Nubian, a silver one. But what I’m dealing with here is a city the size of a planet, so what say you cut me some friggin’ slack?”
“People don’t throw things at me any more. Maybe because I catch on pretty quick.”
“The deflector shield is too strong! Oh no not the blasters! Not the blasters! AHH they’re in my eyes!! My EYES!! AHHHHHHH!!!”