"General Kenobi. Years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to convey my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."
— Princess Leia Organa
"For over a thousand generations the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times. Before the Empire."
— Obi-Wan Kenobi
"Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid."
"You can't win, Darth. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."
Obi-Wan: You must learn the ways of the Force if you are to come with me to Alderaan.
Obi-Wan: I need your help, Luke, she needs your help. I'm getting too old for this sort of thing.
Luke: ... Listen, I can't get involved, I've got work to do. It's not that I like the Empire; I hate it, but there's nothing I can do about it right now. (sighs) It's all such a long way from here...
Obi-Wan: That's your uncle talking.
Luke: Oh, boy, my uncle... how am I gonna explain this?
Obi-Wan: Learn about the Force, Luke.
Luke: (starts walking, stops and turns around) Look, I'll take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley, or wherever you're going.
Obi-Wan: (nodding) You must do what you feel is right, of course.
(during a meeting of the Navy Joint-Chiefs aboard the Death Star)
General Cassio Tagge: Until this battle station is fully operational, we are vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped; they're more dangerous than you realize.
Admiral Conan Antonio Motti: Dangerous to your Star-Fleet, Commander. Not to this battle station.
Tagge: The Rebellion will continue to gain their support in the Imperial Senate as long as -
Governor Wilhuff Tarkin: (strides into the conference room with Vader at his heels) The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I have just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.
Tagge: But that's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?
Tarkin: The regional governors now have direct control over their territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line, fear of this battle station.
Tagge: And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical read-out of this station it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness. And exploit it.
Darth Vader: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.
Motti: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe! I suggest we use it.
Vader: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.
Motti: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort —
Vader: ...I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Tarkin: Enough of this! Vader, release him!
Vader: (mildly) As you wish.
(Motti is released; he slumps over the conference table, swallowing dryly)
Tarkin: This bickering is pointless! Now, Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the Rebel Fortress by the time this station is operational. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke.
Greedo: (in Huttese; subtitled, he holds Solo at blasterpoint) Going somewhere, Solo?
Han Solo: (stepping back to sit in a cubicle) Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money.
Greedo: It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba's put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first.
Han: Yeah, but this time I've got the money.
Greedo: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.
Han: (stealthily, unclasps his hip-holster, hidden under the table) I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...
Greedo: Jabba's through with you. He has no use for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial Cruiser.
Han: Even I get boarded sometimes. (withdrawing his DL-44 blaster from its holster under the table) Do you think I had a choice?
Greedo: You can tell that to Jabba. At best, he may only take your ship.
Han: ... Over my dead body.
Greedo: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to this for a long time.
Han: Yes, I'll bet you have. (an energy bolt perforates Greedo through the torso in a shower of sparks and Rodian offal, he slumps smoking and sizzling onto the table, the patrons are only distracted from their affairs for a brief second, then go back to their business. Han gets up, holsters, then tosses the bartender a gold peggat) Sorry about the mess.
"I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened."
— Obi-Wan Kenobi
Han Solo: Not a bad bit of rescuing, huh? You know, sometimes I amaze even my self.
Princess Leia Organa: That doesn't sound too hard. They let us go. It's the only explanation for the ease of our escape.
Han: Easy!? You call that easy?
Leia: They're tracking us.
Han: Not this ship, sister. (mad grin)
Leia: (shaking her head at his arrogance) Hmm, at least the information in Artoo was still intact.
Han: What's so important? What's he carrying?
Leia: The technical read-outs of that battle station. I only hope when the data's analysed a weakness can be found... It's not over yet.
Han: It is for me, sister. Look, I ain't in this for your revolution and I'm not in it for you, princess. I expect to be well paid, I'm in it for the money.
Leia: (politely scathing) You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love then that's what you'll receive. (leaves the co-pilot's chair and nearly flattens an emerging Luke in her anger) Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything, or anybody.
Luke Skywalker: (lamely after Leia as she exits the cock-pit) I care... (occupies Leia's recently vacated seat) Ah... So. (with puppy-love admiration) What do you think of her, huh?
Han: (now feeling slightly rotten) Trying not to, kid.
Luke: (nods, pleased) Good.
Han: (cottons on to Luke's infatuation, the older man aims for a bit of fun) Still... She's got a lot of spirit. I don't know, what do you think? You think a princess and a guy like me - ?
Luke: (far too quickly, he's fallen into the smuggler's trap) No.
Han: (grinning like a loon)
General Moradmin Bast: (after Gold Squadron's failed trench run) We've analyzed their attack, sir, and there is a danger. Should I have your ship standing by?
Governor Wilhuff Tarkin: (incredulous) Evacuate, in our moment of triumph?! I think you overestimate their chances!
"You're all clear, kid, now lets blow this thing and go home!"
— Han Solo