“That's treason. I like it."Booster”

“I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something.” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.”

“I have to say, this sounds like the worst idea in a thousand generations of bad ideas.""You haven't heard all our ideas."Luke & Bhindi Drayson”

“Sithspit! What's that?''That's the sun, Wedge. It's after dawn.''Well, it offends me. Turn it off.''It's a hundred thirty, hundred forty million klicks from here.''Go up in your X-wing and shoot it down for me.”

“Welcome aboard Mon Remonda. Let’s get the rest of your pilots in... so I can get out of this torture suit.""But, sir, I was just going to say how smart you looked in your uniform. I think we ought to stay here, in uniform, a couple of hours so the holographers can capture the image. You know, for the historians.""Wedge, I think I’m going to have you killed.""Yes, sir. I trust you’ll wear your dress uniform for an event like that.”

“A green X-wing closed in tighter to the formation. "Yes, sir." Though distorted by the comm system, the voice sounded indulgent rather than military."That's 'Yes, Wedge' until we're formally returned to duty." The commander smiled. "Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.' Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.' Or-”

“…The Antilles and Horn clans sat at a folding table between two StealthXs, playing what looked like a cutthroat game of sabacc.”