Take that, Kumar! Hooah!
Well, thank you. Because that clears up... absolutely nothing.
Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig.
Is it a fast ship? –Are you kidding? It's the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs. –Um, isn't a parsec a unit of distance, not time?
Get your fat space-ass back here.
Well, I've said it before and I'm going to say it again... There ain't no way, no way, that you could come from my loins.
This cheese is burning me!
Well, I thought my razor was dull until I heard his speech. And that reminds me of a story that's so dirty I'm ashamed to think of it myself.
Egad, Brain! If we don't do something, I'll go out of my mind! –That's a short trip.
Your associative powers belie your small cranium, my friend.