So then this old guy reminds me, I don't NEED to see their identification!
Just a coke please. I'm worried that alcohol might affect my aim.
At first I read that as "just coke, please". And somehow it made sense to me.
"I don't know Stan, I don't think we should drink on shift. What if someone tries to rescue that princess? Our aim would be terrible."
"Look, all I'm saying is: our helmets look like actual skulls. Are we the bad guys?"
No one:
Stormtroopers:
Let’s party like it’s 19BBY
I don’t know, man. I feel I’m going crazy, somehow I can’t get that burning uncle Owen barbecue smell out of my helmet…
Anything as long as it has a long straw in it.
"You hear they're retiring the old T-15?"
Left: I think Frank's fucked up, we should probably get him home
2nd Left: nah my wife's out of town, I'm going to enjoy myself
Frank: flabllllrajjjjjjshkiskiiiii
2nd Right: Frank, get it together, you're going to get us kicked out
Right: you guys suck, I should've gone to Applebee's"Did you hear about that new hack? I heard you can give this guy 12 credits and he makes it so the Imperial database will show 'Expert Marksman' whether you show up for training or not."
"That feeling when you've been reassigned to Tatooine".
I'm so glad the Emperor seized the factory of my favorite drink.
I don’t know man, ever since that princess called me a buckethead, I can’t look in the mirror without seeing it too
