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.
Will somebody get this big walking carpet out of my way?
Who's the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?
Hey! You're not permitted in there, it's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure.