Quotes

Fighting is a way of life for me! Two days without blowing up some TIE fighters, and I can’t sleep properly!

When are you going to figure out this isn’t about money? What I want is the truth!

You’re a good pilot and a damn fool, Klivian, and what’s more...you need to launder your socks!

Imperials MRRs...Meals Ready to Regurgitate.

A place without war. Never thought it possible.

Got her in my scopes, pal. Why don’t you go sit out of the way and watch a master work? (The endless flirt!)

His name is Kettch, and he’s an Ewok. Determined to fight. You should hear him say, ‘yub yub’. He makes it a battle cry.

Yub yub, Commander.

Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?

...then he pops like the cork on bad Tatooine wine.

I don’t like being comforted by the presence of my blaster on base; I’d prefer to be able to relax among allies.

What are the criteria for ‘greatest pilot’? I mean, I’ve seen plenty of pilots with brilliant skill. Luke Skywalker is one of them.

Wedge: What were you doing during all those pilot interviews?
Janson: Daydreaming.

I got the impression that he’d been thinking of me as some sort of avenging monster who vaped people for screw–ups.

Why isn’t Hobbie here to take this abuse?

Would you two stop smooching and get us out of here?

He still confuses me, too. I say we just kill him.

Bad news: I’m back. Bad for me, because I was enjoying my rest, and bad for you, because if some of you had been a little quicker, I wouldn’t have been shot.

Wedge: I think I’ll get in some simulator practice and beat up on the youngsters.
Janson: That’ll make you feel better. It always does me.

Nobody is allowed to have any fun on Coruscant. If I find out that anyone has had any fun, he gets kitchen duty for a month.

You’ve known me longer. You should like me better than him.

Mystery? I’ll give you a mystery. I’ll spend tomorrow with my feet and forehead painted red and never tell anyone why. Is that mysterious enough?

You know, pretending to be an Ewok is a felony on some worlds.

Send him back. Get us another lunatic!

How long has it been since you’ve been on a date, Wedge? I don’t think some of the Wraiths were born then.

It’s simple. You’re dead. I’m not.

You can’t look dignified when you’re having fun.

If you’re not having fun, you’re not enjoying your life. If you’re not enjoying your life – why even bother being alive?

I’m living on borrowed time. I’ve nearly been killed more times than, than, well, more times than you’ve been slapped, certainly.

If I knew who that wise man was...I’d kill him (in reference to Myn Donos quoting his own words, ‘you can’t look dignified when you’re having fun’, back at him).

I’m better known for my breath–taking looks than my fighting skills.

Darpin: Wes Janson. Now my life can take on the aspect of a personal hell.

You could throw up all over yourself and they’d love it. By nightfall they’d all be doing it. They’d call it the ‘Wedge purge’. They’d be eating different colour foods just to add variety.

So it’s like a blaster you have to hit someone with. I have to have one.

Discuss nuance later. Feed the pilots now.

Whenever the name of Derek ‘Hobbie’ Klivian comes up, the words ‘it’s worse than that’ ring in my ears. Sometimes I hear them when I’m dreaming.

I really hate all the adulation.

My cloak’s all burned up. I liked that cloak.

Saves wear and tear, when the thieves can just walk in instead of having to break the door down.

Janson: I know a game to help us while away the time.
Wedge: Sure.
Janson: First, let’s go back out and meet a couple of women.

Stop acting like a kid. You’re embarrassing me!

Forgot to mention. On some worlds people fight with their feet, too. Feet, hands, rocks, pure cussed willpower – they’re warriors. You, you’re just a dilettante.

So. Who’s best looking in women’s dress? I vote for myself.

Are you crazy? Acknowledge.