Han Solo

— How are we doin'?
— Same as always.
— That bad, huh?

— She's rich.
— Rich?
— Rich, powerful. If you were to rescue her, the reward would be...
— What?
— Well, more well than you can imagine.
— I don't know. I can imagine quite a bit.

— Let him have it. It's not wise to upset a Wookiee.
— But, sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid.
— That's 'cause a droid don't pull people's arms out of their sockets when they lose. Wookiees are known to do that.
— I see your point, sir. I suggest a new strategy, R2. Let the Wookiee win.

Wonderful girl. Either I'm gonna kill her, or I'm beginning to like her.

— Listen. I don't know who you are or where you came from... but from now on, you do as I tell you, okay?
— Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person... me.
— It's a wonder you're still alive.

— Boys, have I ever not delivered... for you before?
— Yeah.
— Twice.
— What was the second time?

— Watch the thrust. We're going out of here at lightspeed.
— From inside the hangar? Is that even possible?
— I never ask that question till after I've done it.

— Will somebody get this big walking carpet out of my way?
— No reward is worth this.

— I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur, I see a big light blur.
— There's nothing to see. I used to live here, you know.
— You're gonna die here, you know. Convenient!

A Jedi knight? I'm out of it for a little while, everybody gets delusions of grandeur.

— I love you.
— I know.

— His High Exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt has decreed that you are to be terminated immediately.
— Good. I hate long waits.
— You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea and cast into the Pit of Carkoon... nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlacc.
— Doesn't sound so bad.
— In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are slowly digested over 1,000 years. On second thought, let's pass on that.