Lando Calrissian: I hate you.
Han Solo: I know.
Beckett: Let me give you some advice. Assume everyone will betray you. And you will never be disappointed.
Dryden Vos: You need an incredibly fast ship, and a brilliant pilot.
Han Solo: We’ve got the pilot.
Han Solo: Just did the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs!
Lando Calrissian: I don’t like it, I don’t agree with it, but I accept it.
Opening Scroll: It is a lawless time. Crime Syndicates compete for resources – food, medicine, and hyperfuel. On the shipbuilding planet of Corellia, the foul Lady Proxima forces runaways into a life of crime in exchange for shelter and protection. On these mean streets, a young man fights for survival, but yearns to fly among the stars…
Han Solo: I heard a story about you. I was wondering if it’s true.
Lando Calrissian: Everything you’ve heard about me is true.
Lando Calrissian: Do you want anything?
L3-37: Equal rights?
Han Solo: I don’t know if he said “tribe” or “family.”
Tobias Beckett: What’s the difference?
Han Solo: I thought we were in trouble there for a second, but it’s fine. We’re fine.
Beckett: Hey kid, I’m putting together a crew. You in?
Han Solo: That’s yes.
Han Solo: So what’s your name anyways?
Han Solo: You’re gonna need a nickname cause I ain’t saying that every time.
L3-37: So glad we took this job!
Maul: Yes?
Qi’Ra: I regret to inform you that Dryden Vos is dead, murdered by the thief he hired to steal the coaxium ship and his friend – Tobias Beckett.
Maul: Is that so? Where is the shipment now?
Qi’Ra: Gone. Beckett took it. Slaughtered the others. I alone survived.
Maul: One man couldn’t have done this alone.
Qi’Ra: I wasn’t there. But if I had been, perhaps I could’ve saved him.
Maul: Bring the ship and come to me on Dathomir and you and I will then decide what to do with the traitor Beckett and his accomplices.
Qi’Ra: I’m on my way.
Maul: Qi’ra, you and I will be working much more closely from now on.
Han Solo: I’ve got a good feeling about this
Rio Durant: Hold on, is that a Wookiee?
Han Solo: I’m gonna be a pilot. Best in the galaxy.
L3-37: Why, because you’re my “organic overlord?”
Beckett: Stick to the plan. Do NOT improvise.
Lando Calrissian: Han! You’re alive!
Han Solo: Yeah, no thanks to you. I should have Chewie rip your arms off. In fact, Chewie, do it.
Lando Calrissian: Hey, Han! We are friends. You know that. We’re friends. All right?
Han Solo: Oh, look at you. You thought he was gonna rip your arms off.
Lando Calrissian: I knew you were kidding
Lando Calrissian: No, you didn’t.
Qi’Ra: What should we drink to?
Han Solo: Let’s drink two and see where it goes.
Beckett: If you come with us, you’re in this life for good.
Qi’Ra: You’re after something. Is it revenge? Money? Or is it something else?
Qi’Ra: You look good. A little rough around the edges, but good.
Lando Calrissian: [Lando to Beckett] This is unbelievable. I’m definitely going to have some words with someone about this.
Han Solo: Five, six hundred credits. That’s more than you said we’d need.
Qi’Ra: To buy our way out of the control zone. And off Corellia. Han, this could work.
Han Solo: This is gonna work. Qi’ra, you always said one day we’re gonna get out of here. This is it.
Qi’Ra: What are we waiting for?
Lando Calrissian: [to L3] You might wanna buckle up, baby.
Dryden Vos: I admire anyone who can crawl their way out of a sewer.
Tobias Beckett: Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with a price on your head?
