Han: Sooorry Princess!
Leah: Stop calling me that!
Leia: You make it so hard sometimes.
Han: I do. I really do. You could be a little nicer, though.
Leia: I would if you weren’t such a scoundrel.
Han: Scoundrel?! Scoundrel. I like the sound of that.
Leia: Stop that.
Han: Stop what?
Leia: That. My hands are dirty.
Han: My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?
Leia: I’m not afraid.
Han: You’re trembling.
Leia: I’m not… trembling.
Han: You like me because I’m a scoundrel.
Leia: I don’t like scoundrels. I like nice men.
Han: I’m a nice man.
Han: We don’t have time to discuss this with the committee!
Leia: I am NOT a committee!
Leia: Would it help if I got out and pushed?
Han: It might.
Han: Laugh it up, fuzzball.
Leia: I’d just as soon kiss a Wookiee.
Han: I can arrange that! You could use a good kiss.
Leia: I love you.
Han: I know.
Leia: Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking…nerfherder!
Han: Who’s scruffy-lookin’?
Han Solo: Never tell me the odds!
C3PO: R2D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer.
Vader: Your destiny lies with me, Skywalker. Obi-Wan knew this to be true.
Han Solo: And I thought they smelled bad…on the outside!
Luke: All right, I’ll give it a try.
Yoda: No! Try not! Do or do not. There is no try.
Luke: I want my lamp back! I’m gonna need it to get out of this slimy mudhole!
Yoda: Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is!
Rebel: Your Ton-ton will freeze before it reaches the first marker.
Han: Then I’ll see you in hell!