"The hunt’s the thing, darling."

"Each person, in his or her own way, must assess their own value in life. Until they cross the law, that is! Then, the Empire slaps a bounty on them and I decide whether or not they’re worth my time chasing halfway across the galaxy after ..."

"Our stock of trade is sapient life - we track it, capture it, and, if absolutely necessary, disintegrate it. It’s a dirty job but I figure someone has to get rich doing it, and one way or another, that someone is going to be me."

"Darling, soon I shall embark on my finest hunt."

"You will tell us what Jodo Kast wants to know, Dryson, or we will raze Oasis so that not even a speck of sand remains."

"This is a glorious night to win or die."

"Darlings, I am feeling most generous today. Forget my fee - kill those three pests to prove you are worth my trouble while I discourage our pursuit. When you are finished I shall open the hatch and we can leave. Do hurry. My marksmanship isn’t good enough to kill those things."