The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? I call it luck. She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and...
The more you tighten your grip
You’re all clear, kid. Let’s blow this thing and go home! I call it luck. You mean it controls your actions? I’m trying not to, kid. 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. The more you tighten...