“This is Red 5, I’m going in.”
“You don’t need to see his identification … These aren’t the droids you’re looking for … He can go about his business … Move along.”
Jolee Bindo: Oh, I get it. Let's play with the old man's head, is it? He's half-senile, he'll forget I said anything! Wait uh, what was this about, anyway?
"Statement: Oh, do shut up, you beeping little trash compactor."
"There is a faction of meatbags called the Sith. They want what any rational meatbag would want - the power to assassinate anyone they choose at any time."