Never tell me the odds.
If we can just avoid any more female advice, we ought to be able to get out of here.
I’ve been running scams on the streets since I was 10. I was kicked out of the flight academy for having a mind of my own.
I’m gonna be a pilot. Best in the galaxy.
I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
I take orders from just one person: me.
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.
