Quotes About Han

Han made a sour face. "I happen to like to shoot first, Rekkon. As opposed to shooting second.

Solo, tell me what you want; I'll get it for you, I swear! You're a guy who looks out for number one, aren't you? Isn't that what you are, Solo?" Han stared at his own lean reflection. In another man, he'd have said those eyes were too used to concealing everything but cynicism.

Han reached into his jacket pocket and produced his two lucky golden dice attached by a chain.

Maybe I'm starting to think like Han. I don't feel quite right about this situation. I'm more nervous than usual.' Han eyed Chewie, who whuffled softly. Yeah, maybe she was picking up a sense of self-preservation. Skywalkers seemed to be born without it.

I watch a lot of astronaut movies....Mostly Star Wars. And even Han and Chewie use a checklist.

Finn doesn't have as much respect for Han's legacy as everybody else does, and Han finds that a bit charming. They team up and go on a mission together. The banter is very choppy, and the dialogue is pretty funny. Chewie enjoys the banter and the friction between the two, but they definitely have each other's backs.

HAN: I love you. Another shared look between them, as she smiles at Han. LEIA: I know.

Han Solo: Wonderful girl. Either I'm going to kill her or I'm beginning to like her.

Luke: Boy, it's lucky you have these compartments. Han: I use them for smuggling. I never thought I'd be smuggling myself in them. This is ridiculous.

I'd always hoped that when i said 'I Love You' to a girl, she'd say 'I Know' like Leia did to Han in Return Of The Jedi

Pryor reminded me of an emotional condition that is specific to Koreans: han, a combination of bitterness, wistfulness, shame, melancholy, and vengefulness, accumulated from years of brutal colonialism, war, and U.S.-supported dictatorships that have never been politically redressed. Han is so ongoing that it can even be passed down: to be Korean is to feel han.

You're demented. Tell me something I don't know. Okay, how about, we're unarmed! -Droma & Han

Philosophy was as far above her as the sky was above the earth. "But the sky only seems to be far away from you," said Master Han, when she told him this. "Actually it is all around you. You breathe it in and you breathe it out, even when you labor with your hands in the mud. That is true philosophy.

As much as I love teamwork, for this game, you all need to fly solo, like Han in Star Wars, although he always had Chewbacca in the copilot seat. But that is neither here nor there, because it is in a galaxy far, far away. Play on, Olympians.

Han?" "Yeah, sweetie." "How do you teach a man not to be a noble, long-suffering, self-sacrificing idiot?" "I don't know, sweetie. Mostly I shoot them." "I'll consider that.

Whoa, Rebecca," Talia said smiling even wider, "Walking on the wild side, are we?" Raisa seemed to think the situation needed more explaining. "He - uh - I'm tutoring him." "She is," Han said solemnly. "She's very good. I'm learning a lot." Pearlie snickered. "What's she teaching you?" "Well," Han said, "we're jumping around a lot.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

As was his custom, Han stood propped against the wall, looking as ruthless as possible.

More than 90% of Chinese believe themselves to be Han. Of course, such a vast population is derived from countless different races, but because China has enjoyed such a long and continuous history as a polity, there has been thousands of years of mixing, melding and assimilation.

Darth Vader is only interested in Luke's friends as bait. Maybe we can create a situation where they become friends, with Han and Leia and Vader all sitting down to dinner together—the evil Count having dinner with his enemies.

As Han once told me, "Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine.

I know. Off to save the galaxy again, that's my Leia." - Han Solo

Han saw the way they were looking at each other. No officer looked at a cadet that way. There was nothing of the chain of command here. His look held respect, trust, and affection, and she followed him for the same reasons, not for any insignia.