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…
Oh, my goodness! Shut me down! Machines making machines. How perverse!
What’s all this noise? A battle! There’s been some terrible mistake! I’m programmed for etiquette, not destruction!
The city’s central computer told you? R2-D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer.
If I told you half the things I’ve heard about this Jabba the Hutt, you’d probably short circuit.
I’m rather embarrassed, General Solo, but it appears you are to be the main course at a banquet in my honor.
I suggest a new strategy, R2. Let the Wookiee win.
Don’t you call me a mindless philosopher you overweight glob of grease.
Don’t worry about Master Luke. I’m sure he’ll be all right. He’s quite clever, you know, for a human being.
