The Death Star plans are not in the main computer.
Don't you call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease!
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.
And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, because you won't get it.
Your destiny lies along a different path from mine.
Help, I think I'm melting! This is all your fault.
You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done. Now come on, get to it.