Leia/Lois: May I have everyone's attention please? We're evacuating into outer space with literally infinite directions in which to flee. However, we have decided that our transports will travel directly towards the fleet of stormtroopers. Any questions? Rebel: Yeah, um, is there someone from the military we can talk to, a man perhaps?
Han/Peter: Well your manage-to-keep-me-around-a-little-longer ness, it looks like you've managed to keep me around a little longer. Leia/Lois: I assure you, I had nothing to do with it. Han/Peter: Yeah right. I think you just can't stand to let a fat guy like me out of your sights. Leia/Lois: [agitated] Why you stuck up, half witted, scruffy lookin' nerf herder! Han/Peter: You can't use that word! Only we can use that word!