Atton: Anybody here catch that? All I understood was "very."
Bao-Dur: I think he wanted us to give up the General to his poorly-trained collection of bounty hunters.
Atton: Ah. Well that should explain it. Which one do you want?
Bao-Dur: I'll take the stupid one who decided to threaten us rather than shoot us when he had the chance.
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Atton: Nal Hutta's as slimy as the Hutts, lots of swamp and bloated gas. It's where those slugs reach out and grab chunks of the galaxy. Trust me, we're not going to go anywhere near the place unless we want to be washing the stink out of our clothes for the next few years.
Mical: It might take longer than that for some of us...
Atton: You spend all day thinking up that joke? Maybe you and Bao-Dur should start a circus.
Bao-Dur: I fail to understand the reference, though I doubt your explanation would prove worthwhile.
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HK-47: Recitation: Yes, as I said, I am an assassin droid. It is my primary function to burn holes through meatbags that you wish removed from the galaxy... Master. Oh, how I hate that term.
Exile: What? Meatbag?
HK-47: Answer: No, "master." Ugh, I said it again!
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Mira: Meditation envy?
Atton: Why don't you go sit on a rocket?
Mira: Calm down - what is your problem?
Atton: What's up with that guy? I don't trust him.
Mira: I don't know, but she seems to trust him, so it's all right with me. He's like someone who watches too many holovids. Or teaches them. He'd get beaten to death on Nar Shaddaa almost as soon as he landed, though.
Atton: Yeah, you're right. He's boring.
Mira: Yeah, and that puts him a few ranks up the ladder from you.
Atton: What's that supposed to mean? I'm not boring.
Mira: No, you're more like a shifty, lying idiot with a tendency to complain about every little thing and offer only small bits of helpful advice if pressured. Don't take it too hard, though. That still makes you better than most people I've met on Nar Shaddaa.
Atton: Thanks.