They’ve coming in! Three marks at two ten. I’ll take them myself! Cover me! Yes, sir. I can’t maneuver! Stay on target. We’re too close. Stay on target! Loosen up! Gold Five to Red Leader… Lost Tiree, lost Dutch. I copy, Gold Five. They came from behind…. We’ve analyzed their attack, sir, and there is a danger. Should I have your ship standing by? Evacuate? In out moment of triumph? I think you overestimate their chances! Rebel base, three minutes and closing. Red Group, this is Red Leader.

The ship’s all yours. If the scanners pick up anything, report it immediately. All right, let’s go. Hey down there, could you give us a hand with this? TX-four-one-two. Why aren’t you at your post? TX-four-one-two, do you copy? Take over. We’ve got a bad transmitter. I’ll see what I can do. You know, between his howling and your blasting everything in sight, it’s a wonder the whole station doesn’t know we’re here. Bring them on! I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around. We found the computer outlet, sir. Plug in. He should be able to interpret the entire Imperial computer network.

All right, kid. But you’d better be right about this. All right. What’s your plan? Uh…Threepio, hand me those binders there will you? Okay. Now, I’m going to put these on you. Okay. Han, you put these on. Don’t worry, Chewie. I think I know what he has in mind. Master Luke, sir! Pardon me for asking…but, ah…what should Artoo and I do if we’re discovered here? Lock the door! And hope they don’t have blasters. That isn’t very reassuring.

Close up formation. You’d better let her loose. Almost there! I can’t hold them! It’s away! It’s a hit! Negative. Negative! It didn’t go in. It just impacted on the surface. Red Leader, we’re right above you. Turn to point… oh-five, we’ll cover for you. Stay there… I just lost my starboard engine. Get set to make your attack run.

Open up in there! Oh, no! There isn’t any other way out. I can’t hold them off forever! Now what? This is some rescue. When you came in here, didn’t you have a plan for getting out? He’s the brains, sweetheart. Well, I didn’t… What the hell are you doing? Somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, wise guy. Get in there you big furry oaf! I don’t care what you smell! Get in there and don’t worry about it. Wonderful girl! Either I’m going to kill her or I’m beginning to like her. Get in there!