*MEANWHILE, off in space the rebels are about to make their assault on the Death Star*…

Lando Calrissian: We’ve gotta be able to get some kind of a reading on that shield, up or down.
Nien Nunb: [speaks in Sullustese] pop-pop, eeeep ting-ting, ah-la. *Sigh*
Translation: I’m upset my face looks like a butterflied, morbidly obese, hot pocket (vagina). *Sigh*


Lando Calrissian: But how could they be jamming us if they don’t know… if we’re coming? *pause* Wait one cotton-picking minute!
Lando Calrissian: Break off the attack! The shield is still up!
Kitty Leader : I get no reading. Are you sure?
Lando Calrissian: Pull up! All craft, pull up!

 

To be continued…?