Han Solo: 3PO! You tell that worm ridden piece of filth he’ll get no such pleasure from us! …Right?
Han Solo: Keep your distance though, Chewie…but don’t look like your tryin’ to keep your distance. I don’t know…fly casual.
Han Solo: I think my sight’s improving. Before I could only see a dark blur, now I can see a light blur.
Imperial soldier: You Rebel scum!
Han: I don’t think the Empire had Wookiees in mind when they designed her, Chewie.
Han: Luke! Luke, is that you?
Luke: Over here.
Han: How’re we doing?
Luke: Like usual.
Han: That bad, hunh?
Han: Luke? A Jedi? I’m out of it for a little while and everbody gets delusions of grandeur.
Han: I love you.
Leia: I know.