Quotes About Droid

It was a different job in that, because it's a 'Star Wars' movie and I'm a droid in a 'Star Wars' movie, people have a reverence for those characters that have come before me.

This world of 'Star Wars' is just so accepting and beautiful that the idea a droid and a human are trying to waddle their way into a relationship is something that's celebrated.

Happy beeps here, buddy," Poe said.

Husband and wife stood regarding each other for the first time in years. Amid the smoke and drifting embers, neither said a word. Emerging from behind the figure in the portal, C-3PO walked out into the scorched field to confront the motionless droid beside Han.

Entering the room, Kylo Ren moved to join them. "Finding the flaw in your training methods won't help recover the droid." Although his mask concealed his facial expression, the rage simmering below his calm demeanor was almost palpable. "And yet, there are larger concerns," Hux insisted. It was evident from both Hux's tone and body language that he held no love for the newcomer. The feeling was mutual; neither took pains to hide his contempt.

She looked up. "Never underestimate a droid, Lieutenant.

Dijkstra almost laughs: The droid sounds offended—or eager to be offended. So he just says, "Well, I guess we're all rivals in the end, aren't we? Competition makes the world go 'round.

Anakin named the droid C-3PO, choosing the number three because he considered the droid the third member of his family after his mother and himself.

No," Threepio responded, "I don't think he likes you at all." A second beep failed to alter the stern tone in the taller robot's voice. "No, I don't like you, either.

I don't like you, either. C-3PO

An angry electronic twang came from the Artoo unit. "Don't call me a mindless philosopher," Threepio snapped back, "you overweight, unstreamlined glob of grease!" Threepio

With that, the hologram did dissolve and PROXY returned to his normal appearance and size. "Ugh," the droid said with a shudder. "I hate being him." The apprentice stood, deep in thought and nodded. "I think he does too.

At the center of all that gear was the opening DJ, R2-D2, hard at work, using his various robotic arms to work the turntables. I recognized the tune he was playing: the '88 remix of New Order's "Blue Monday," with a lot of Star Wars droid sound samples mixed in.

A Two-Onebee droid doesn't need to contract a disease to diagnose and treat it.

His in-house intercom greeted him with a cheery 'Welcome home, Bart,' and his server droid - custom-made to replicate Princess Leia, classic 'Star Wars,' slave-girl mode (he was a nerd, but he was still a guy) - strolled out to offer him his favorite orange fizzy with crushed ice.

I love you, C-3PO. I love the original trilogy. But when R2-D2 runs away in the first 'Star Wars,' instead of stopping him or going to tell Luke and Uncle Owen, he hides. It's so good. He hides! He has to wait for Luke to come and tell him R2-D2 ran away. What a dork!

The droid stands up. Servomotors whir as it regards its repaired arm—an arm that's not so much an arm as it is an astromech leg. It spins the leg around, slow at first, then faster and faster until it's just a blur. "THIS IS NOT MY ARM." "I know, Bones. Sorry." "THIS IS AN ASTROMECH LEG." "No, no, I know." "ASTROMECHS ARE INFERIOR. THEY ARE BEEPING BOOPING TRASH CANS. I AM MADE INFERIOR BY THE INCLUSION OF THIS NON-ARM.

Bones!" Temmin says, throwing his arms around the droid. "I PERFORMED VIOLENCE," the droid warbles. Jas wonders if that's pride she hears in the thing's discordant voice. "ROGER-ROGER.

battle droid? The most incompetent droid soldier in the history of both the Republic and the Empire.

He has never won a game of Galactic Expansion against the repurposed interrogator droid. But he's close now. It's never been this close.

You wanted to show us…a battle droid? The most incompetent droid soldier in the history of both the Republic and the Empire. A mechanical comedy of errors.

ROGER-ROGER. NONE SHALL HARM HER OR THEY WILL BE CONVERTED TO A PLEASING BLOOD MIST.

R2-D2 zithered, then buzzed.

Let's say you need a perfectly obedient servant who never gets tired, never needs to be paid, and is virtually indestructible. If you're in a galaxy a long time ago and far, far away, you'll just fly off to the local droid auction and pick up one of those shiny gold models with lovely manners.