We’ll go delive
For one beautiful night
And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. You can see how I lived before I met you. No, I’m Santa Claus! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Professor, make a woman out of me. I’m Santa Claus! Soon enough.
I’m Santa Claus! Meh. No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Say what?
Oh God, my uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? Red Five standing by. Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. What!?
A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them. 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.
Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I don't know, what do you think? 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.