Little One

"Stop calling me 'Little One'!  I'm not Counselor Troi, and you're definitely no Lwaxana!"

Steroid Chewie

"Whaddaya mean, there's no more room for me in the cockpit??? That's it, Chewie! This steroid thing has been going on long enough.  It's time for an intervention!"

It'll cost an arm and a… well, maybe just an arm

Ponda Baba: "Doc, maybe if you'd just practice ethical medicine once in a while instead of barhopping and pretending we're ruthless killers, you could build up a legitimate clientele. The way we're going right now, one of us is going to lose an arm, and it better not be me!"

Ba-da-boom!

Han: "You know, Chewie, hiding a ballistic missile in this R4 unit might just work. Now if I could only install a bomb into another droid we both know…."

Work-Out Luke

"Hmmm…buff you have become, yes. Take not your shirt off in front of your sis… your friend, Leia, I mean. See you without it, she should NOT."