"Coke Three!"
"Copy, Coke Leader!"
"Potato Wedge, I've lost my gunner! But I gained a 3rd generation iPod! You'll have to make the shot! I'll cover for you! Set your pepperoni and follow me on the next pass!"
"Lost your gunner, huh? What's the matter? Can't steer a pizza box? There are so many things wrong with this situation, Luke.
"One, you don't sound too broken up about losing Dack. Maybe you just wanted his half of the pizza!
"Two, once again, I have to do your work for you. I have to save you from Chicken Pot PIEs, and then I have to absorb that nasty KFC broth in your behalf. Now this. Maybe, just maybe, they're giving medals to the wrong people at the end of the movie.
"Three, a better joke would be to call yourself Coke Liter, now, wouldn't it? But alas, just like your father, you've the wit and humor of a very young Jar Jar Binks!
"Four, to highlight your stupidity and the reason why I become Coke Liter in the end, here's a riddle: five cats can catch five mice in five minutes. So how many cats will it take to catch one hundred mice in one hundred minutes? Since you're so dumb-and you haven't played Professor Layton and the Curious Village, available now on the Nintendo DS-I'll give you the answer after I down this TASTY-AT.
"Coming around, Coke Liter!"
"Watch that crossfire, boys! And don't be surprised if a little friendly fire comes your way, too!"
"I dare you, Luke! Janson, activate pepperoni!"
Janson fired, and the pepperoni grease nearly made it slip off, but the cheese wrapped around the TASTY-AT's leg. "Good shot, Janson! Right under that Original Recipe skin!"
"Have you noticed," Janson said, "that despite my being the funny man of this getup, I'm the only one who hasn't cracked a joke yet?"
"We can't all reach my level, Janson," Wedge said. "One more pass!"
"Comin' around! Watch it!" Janson sighed. "Cheese is out! Let her go!"
"Detach pizza!"
"Pizza detached!"
The pizza's various cheeses wrapped neatly around the TASTY-AT's chicken legs. Tangled in the flavor, the huge walker tumbled to the ice cream, spilling out its drumsticks and biscuits in an unbelievably large heap.
"Woo-hah! That got him!"
"I see it, Wedge," Luke said. "Good work. And the answer to your riddle is obviously 100. It'd take 100 cats."
"Incorrect, Luke. As your mother would say, you assume too much."
"What? That's gotta be the right answer! Each cat catches one mouse in a minute!"
"Who said we needed more cats to catch 100 mice? Let the same five cats do their job, and if they catch mice at the same rate, the answer is obvious. The answer is 5, Luke. The answer is 5."
A deafening silence filled the comm channel. Luke pondered it, then pounded his control console. "Hammit!"

"I don't think we can protect two buckets of ice cream at the same time," General Manager Frieekan said.
Leia looked at him like he was a little slow. "Of course we can. Just put one bucket in each arm."
"No, that's not--" Frieekan sighed. "Well...I just..."
"It's okay, Frieekan. That's why you're not really in charge. Just be the figurehead. Protecting that much ice cream is risky, but we have no choice."
"Launch the toast."
"Evacuate remaining ground pecans."

"RRRWOO!"
"No, no, no!" Han got up and pointed. "This bun goes there, THAT bun goes there, right? We keep wheat and white bread separate!"

"Now, Artoo, you take good care of Master Luke, you hear?"
"Is easy, eh? Am good droid! Can stay awake long time, drink coffee, eh?"
"And...do take good care of yourself."
"Don't get sentimental, eh? You upset Artoo...make him cry..."
Threepio shook his head. "Oh dear...I could use a beer..."