I take orders from just one person: me.
Chewie, we’re home.
What good’s a reward if you ain’t around to use it?
This may smell bad, kid, but it’ll keep you warm until I get the shelter up… Ugh. And I thought they smelled bad on the *outside*.
Never tell me the odds.
Kylo Ren is dead. My son is alive.
I’m gonna be a pilot. Best in the galaxy.
I don’t think I’m ever gonna learn.
How do we blow it up? There’s always a way to do that.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a blaster at your side, kid.
Even I get boarded sometimes.
A Jedi knight? I’m out of it for a little while, everybody gets delusions of grandeur.
