I'll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Well, thanks to the Internet. Is there a place on the web that panders to…
Now what? Professor, make a woman out of me. What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Why not indeed!
No, she’ll probably make me do it. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! I wish! It’s a nickel.
All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're best at, ain't it? She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and see to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time! I don't know what you're talking about. I am a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan-- She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and see to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time! Don't act so surprised, Your Highness. You weren't on any mercy mission this time. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you. As you wish.