Lines You'll Never Hear

[lady_skuld]

Nakara: Dance for me Kawaii.
Kawaii: i'm not your puppet.
Nakara: It begins to dance again, else it gets the hose again.
Kawaii: Fine..*begins dancing*
Nakara: No, no, no. The cute one.
Kawaii: Anything but the cute one!
Nakara: CUTE, DAMNIT!
Kawaii: Fine..

Vi undrar är ni redo att vara med
Armarna upp nu ska ni få se
Kom igen
Vem som helst kan vara med

Så rör på era fötter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era höfter
O-la-la-la
Gör som vi
Till denna melodi

Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gör som vi gör
Ta några steg åt vänster
Lyssna och lär
Missa inte chansen
Nu är vi här med
Caramelldansen
O-o-oa-oa...

Det blir en sensation överallt förstås
På fester kommer alla att släppa loss
Kom igen
Nu tar vi stegen om igen

Så rör på era fötter
Oa-a-a
Och vicka era höfter
O-la-la-la
Gör som vi
Till denna melodi

SÃ¥ kom och
Dansa med oss
Klappa era händer
Gör som vi gör
Ta några steg åt vänster
Lyssna och lär
Missa inte chansen
Nu är vi här med
Caramelldansen  

[Skyeborne]

Klord88

Battle Droids: "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

Battle Droids: Run! Run! Get the f*** out of here!  

[Darkened Angel]

Han: Kriffing Imps...
Luke: Kriff those kriffing mother kriffers!
Leia: Kriff me!
Luke: Eww, no way!
Han: I will.
Luke: I hate you. stare  

[Derpzilla88]

Grievous: "Now that we are done with this seperatist council meeting, you are all free to leave once I have finished the ceromonial goodbye."
Gunray: "Oh no. Not again."
Grievous: "OOM-9 will assist me. Ready?"
OOM-9: "Roger, roger."
Grievous: "And now it's time to say goodbye, to all our family. M-I-C..."
OOM-9: "See ya real soon."
Grievous: "K-E-Y..."
OOM-9: "Why? Because we like ya."
Grievous and OOM-9: "M-O-U-S-E!"
Seperatist council: eek  

[Darkened Angel]

Han: You just HAD to resuce Leia, didn't you?
Luke: Dude, she was being held prisoner.
Han: Yeah, but in only the hottest metal bikini ever! Jeez, you're such an idiot.
Luke: Oh? And I supposed it'd be better to leave her in all her hotness-
Han: Damn right!
Luke: ... And get violated by a slimy Hutt? You really want sloppy 2nds?
Han: ... Good point. Nevermind then.  

[Sol Walker]

-Ruusan's chugging calmly along through space. Zooming in to look at the control panel on the bridge, theres a stormtrooper bobblehead. A gloved hand reaches out and flicks it.-
Jag: Boom. Headshot.
*music plays*
MEET THE CAPTAIN
Jag: Spacing's a good job, mate. Its challenging work...get to be your own boss...I guarentee you wont go hungry. Because by the end of the day, as long as theres two people in the galaxy, one of 'em's gonna want to transport somebody else.
-Cut to Jag watching his men load cargo-
Jag: Damn it! Watch what the hell you're doing! You scratch the cargo you pay for it! *crash* Blikk! I will put my foot so far up your a** you'll be tasting the dirt I stepped in!!
-cut to Jag on a payphone-
Jag: Dad..Dad I've not "gone corellian" I'm a Free Trader!... Well the difference bein one is a job the other's a state of mental retardation!
-cut back to Jag at the captain's chair-
Jag: I'll be honest with ya. Mah parents do not care for it.
-cut to Pirates forcing open the hatch to the Ruusan. finally getting the hatch open reveals Jag in full armor wielding his carbine.
Jag: Oya, space scum. -Jag starts blasting away at the pirates, shots glancing off his armor as he starts pushing them back-
-cut to time ellapse of Jag at watch on the bridge. despite a signifigant amount of time passing nothing really happens-
Jag sad Voice over) Allegiance? Look mate, you know who picks sides? Small timers and idealists. Proffesionals have standards.
Be polite.
-Jag bribing a customs official-
Be efficient.
-The Ruusan hauling several cargo containers at her sides and on a train behind her-
Have a plan to kill everyone who tries to take your cargo.
-end music plays-
-Cut back to Jag at the helm-
Jag: That last one? Yeah. I was serious.  

[Darkened Angel]

( The Ruusan is smoothly sailing through space. Zooming in slightly, a viewport lights up in an explosion. )

Voice: KRIFF! * whack, bash, wham *

* music *

MEET THE COOK

Laura: You think being a space cowboy is easy? I'll tell you now. It's not easy. All the smuggling and blaster-slinging in the galaxy can't save you from an empty stomach.

* Laura comes to the table with a big platter of food, someone gropes her a** *

Laura: Now, I'm an important person here. I gotta keep all these guys fed. Fortunately, since they know that's what I do, for the most part they don't give me crap... But the groping when I'm holding something that could spill could be toned down a bit... Even the animals like me, assuming we get any passengers that bring any along.

* Laura running in the cargo hold, akk dog chasing *

Laura: Heel! HEEL! AGH! * thud, akk pounces, slamming her against the floor * I think I broke my spine...

* cuts back *

Laura: There's risks as well. For example, don't try to cook Bantha Breakfast Biscuits in an autochef.

* cuts to Laura whacking a Giant Amorphous Bantha Breakfast Biscuit with various kitchenware *

Laura: Other than that, it's a rewarding job. I just sometimes wish the rest of the crew had some TABLE MANNERS!

* cuts to Laura sighing in disgust while cleaning up a big mess on the table *

Laura: Overall, it's nice. I've pretty much got the run of the galley, and I'm not too bad with a vibroknife either. Get my point? Heh.

* Ending music plays, cuts back to Laura throwing a knife into the head of a gingerbread man stuck on the far wall *

Laura: Told you I was good. * walks off, bangs her head against a hanging skillet * Ow!  

[Darkened Angel]

Obi-Wan: These aren't the droids you're looking for.
Stormie: What? Yes they are. Outta the speeder, now!
Obi-Wan: Well, Luke, it's been nice knowing you. Exit, stage left! * runs *  

[Black Baoz]

Obi-wan: Why do I fill like you be the death of me....
Anikan: Irony.....  

[Darkened Angel]

Vader: I have been waiting for you, Obi-Two. Your predecessor died in our meeting. You came with an upgraded lightsaber protection system, correct?
Obi-Two: Yes, and I... * BSODs *
Vader: ... sweatdrop

( later )

Vader: I have been waiting for you, Obi-Three.  

[Sol Walker]

Luke: Oh, a duck. I know what those are.  

[Darkened Angel]

Luke: Oh that's no problem. I used to shoot womp rats back home.
Rebel: Oh sure. We've been at this for ages and this newbie punk is suddenly Mr. Awesome and can single-handedly destroy the Death Star. GTFO!  

[Black Baoz]

C3P0: Going through the meteor field, we will have only a 1/150 chance of
surviving....
Hans: Never tell me the odds... Did you consider the fact the hyperdrive is out
and gas is now 500 republic credits a gallon?  

[Darkened Angel]

Han: Where do you get those outfits?
Lando: I own my own clothing store. http://landos.ytmnd.com/  

[Besuliik Deakin]

Canderous Ordo: He doesn't like me...
Carth: Um... bad time?
Canderous: Am I ugly to you, dammit?!
Carth: Stay on your good side, man!
Canderous: Nobody likes me!
Zaalbar: *Questioning growl*
Mission: .... eek
Bastila: Does he mean... Carth?
Mission: Where'd he go?