- Kordi: Hey! Hey! No fighting in our shop!
- X-Wing Pilot, TIE Fighter Pilot: But we're fighter pilots!
- Kordi: You know what? Take your galactic conflict outside.
- Rowan: They've got my brother and sister...
- Naare: In the clutches of the Empire. They'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessell.
- Roger: Or worse! They could be melted into slag, fed to a Sarlacc, forced to clip the Empreror's toenails!
- [notices Rowan and Naare staring at him]
- Roger: Should I activate silent mode now?
- [they nod]
- Roger: Roger, roger.