'Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell!' 'Luke, at that speed do you think you'll be able to pull out in time?' 'Put that thing away before you get us all killed.' 'You've got something jammed in here real good.' 'Aren't you a little short for a storm trooper?' 'You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.' 'Sorry about the mess...' 'Look at the size of that thing!' 'Curse my metal body, I wasn't fast enough!' 'She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid.' 'I thought that hairy beast would be the end of me.' 'Size matters not. Judge me by my size, do you?' 'There's an awful lot of moisture in here.' 'But now we must eat. Come, good food, come...' 'That's okay; I'd like to keep it on manual control for a while.' 'Hurry up, golden-rod...' 'I must've hit it pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh kid?' 'Possible he came in through the south entrance.' 'And I thought they smelled bad on the outside!' 'Control, control! You must learn control!' 'Hey, point that thing someplace else.' 'I look forward to completing your training. In time you will call me master.' 'I never knew I had it in me.' 'There is good in him, I've felt it.' 'Hey, Luke, thanks for coming after me -- now I owe you one.' 'Back door, huh? Good idea!' 'She's gonna blow!' 'I think you'll fit in nicely.' 'Rise, my friend.' 'Wedge! Pull out! You're not doing any good back there!'