Wait. Oh my! What have you done. I’m backwards. You flea-bitten furball! Only an overgrown mop-head like you would be stupid enough to…
I’m rather embarrassed, General Solo, but it appears you are to be the main course at a banquet in my honor.
What’s all this noise? A battle! There’s been some terrible mistake! I’m programmed for etiquette, not destruction!
In the event that I do not return, I want you to know that you have been a real friend, R2. My best one, in fact.