Wraith Squadron

1: Wedge: "Rogue Thre, tighten up. We're putting on a show here."
Three: "Yes, sir."
Wedge: "That's 'Yes, Wedge until we're formally returned to duty. Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.' Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.' Or--"

6: Hobbie: "Corsair was our first squadron, Gauntlet our second, and our third, Talon, was just commissioned."
Wedge: "Who's commanding?"
Hobbie: "Lieutenant Myn Donos. A good pilot, smart--"
Wes: "Smart, egotistical, self-centered, arrogant, insufferable--you know, a typical Corellian."
Wedge. "As a fair, broad-minded officer, I should ignore that. But as a Corellian, of course, I'll manage some sort of revenge."

14: Ackbar: "I see no signs of hangover on you, Commander. Must I conclude that you did not celebrate adequately?"

25: Wedge: "We have pilots today?"
Janson: "We have pilots, possibly the last group, if some late arrivals make it in."
Wedge: "Let's get started. Who's first?"
Janson: "His name is Kettch, and he's an Ewok."
Wedge: "No."
Janson: "Oh, yes. Determined to fight. You should hear him say 'Yub, yub.' He makes it a battle cry."
Wedge: "Wes, assuming he could be educated up to Alliance fighter-pilot standards, an Ewok couldn't even reach an X-wing's controls."
Janson: "He wears arm and leg extensions, prosthetics built for him by a sympathetic medical droid. And he's anxious to go, Commander."
Wedge: "Please tell me you're kidding."
Janson: "Of course I'm kidding. Pilot-candidate number one is a human female, from Tatooine, Falynn Sandskimmer."
Wedge: "I'm going to get you, Janson."
Janson: "Yub, yub, Commander."

32: Janson: "Next is Voort saBinring, a Gamorrean."
Wedge: "Very funny. You had me going the first time, Wes, but that joke won't work twice."
Janson: "He's a Gamorrean."
Wedge: "It's impossible to train Gamorrean males to something as complicated as fighter piloting. They have glandular balances that make them very violent and impatient."
Janson: "He's a Gamorrean."
Wedge: "Just keep up your little joke, then, and show him in."
*Voort saBinring, a Gamorrean in orange flightsuit, walks in.*
Janson: "Yub, yub, Commander."

58: Face: "You know, if I had even the tiniest control over the Force, what I'd do with it? On those long missions, I'd scratch that little spot in the center of my back I can never reach..."

68: Wedge: "Ton Phanan, Seven. Face, Eight. I want the majority of the squadron's sarcasm concentrated in one wing pair so we can dispose of it more conveniently."

72: Cubber: "You play sabacc, son?"
Kell: "A little. But I'm not very good at it."
Cubber: "Do I look stupid? 'I'm not very good at it,' indeed. My six-year-old daughter is a better liar."
Kell: "Well, I lie a little, but I'm not very good at it."

82: Face: "So here I am stark naked, locked out of my quarters, running around the corridors looking for a towel, a rag, anything, and I turn a corner and bump right into the executive officer. He has about the same sense of humor as a Wookiee with a rash. So I throw my best salute and say, 'Major, I regret to report only partial success with the Personal Cloaking Device.'"

85: Phanan: "What a terrible line. I wish I'd thought of it."

95: Squeaky: "Let me begin by saying that I am delighted to bring my years of experience to this novice squadron. I expect that my skill will keep some of you alive."
Phanan: "Inevitably, some of us will preer to die."

137: Wedge: "They're doing it to me again."
Wes: "That's right."
Wedge: "I haven't reached my thirtieth birthday, Wes. And once again I feel like the conservative old man in charge of a new generation of insane young pilots."
Wes: "That about sums it up."
Wedge: "Thanks for the moral support, Wes."

156: Face: "That's our former ceiling decoration, Captain Zurel Darillian. He apparently kept the ship's log in full holo."
Kell: "What an ego. That must take up massive storage."
Face: "The ego or the graphics?"

172: Ackbar: "Am I mistaken, or are your methods becoming even more unorthodox?"
Wedge: "I think you're mistaken. It may just look that way because the new unorthodox methods are stacking on top of the old ones."

175: Face-Darillian: "Who in the hells of the Sith are you?"
Ackbar: "I am Admiral Ackbar of the New Republic. Identify yourself."
Face-Darillian: "I am Captain Darillian, master of the private yacht Night Caller. I demand to know why you have interrupted me."
Ackbar, to Wedge: "I thought you said he was dead."
Face-Darillian: "Dead! I'll show you dead! Ensign Antilles, kill this intruder!"
Wedge: "Ensign Antilles, now? I'm all over the rank chart today. That'll be enough, Face."
Face: "Yub, yub, Commander."

267: Wedge: "Something wrong, Wes?"
Janson: "It's here somewhere."
Falynn: "Check your boot."
Phanan: "Check under your seat cushion."
Wedge: "Check your other boot, too. Falynn really meant both boots, but she doesn't realize you wouldn't necessarily understand that."
Janson: "Why isn't Hobbie here to take this abuse?...It was in my other boot."
Wedge: "Yub, yub, Lieutenant."

282: Kell: "I don't have to blow up everything I see. I just like to."