“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.”

“Now, you should admit it: you are here engaged in some military action directed against the Yuuzhan Vong, knowing full well that any action you take could embroil the people of this peaceful world in your destructive war.""Isn't destructive war kind of redundant? Until I see a constructive war, or even a giggly war, I have to think so."Mudlath & Han”

“I was years older than you when I became an ambassador for the first time. Remember that, Tycho? How did we get through that assignment, anyway?”“Pretty much, we opened fire on everyone who disagreed with us.”Wedge nodded and turned to his daughter. “When all else fails, just do that.”

“I don't know. Your the Jedi Master, you figure it out.”

“Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?”

“Begging your pardon, sir, but you’re crazy enough to be a Wraith.""Until you’ve crewed with me for a few years, kid, you have no idea what ‘crazy’ means.”

“Tomer: “What's this?”Cabinet: “Wt's ths?”Wedge: “Cabinet.”Tomer: “I know it's a cabinet, but it's talking.”Cabinet: “...ts tlkng”Janson: “Oh that. It's the Catann Minister of Crawling Into Very Small Spaces.”Tycho: “He bet Wedge he could fold himself in the that cabinet, around the shelves and all.”Hobbie: “Never bet against Wedge. The Minister gets to stay in there until he admits that it was a stupid bet and that Wedge doesn't owe him anything.”