“With politics, nothing runs right ... but without politics, nothing runs."Diss Ti'wyn”

“Rogue Squadron doesn’t run. Unless we really, really have to.""No, this will be Wraith Squadron’s mission.""We don’t mind running. Even when we don’t have to.”

“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-”

“No, General. I'm not your subordinate. And what I'm coming dangerously close to is violence.-General Wedge Antilles”

“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.”

“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.”

“And unlike the rest of you, he hasn’t yet time to ruin his career or his mind.""Then he won’t do. Send him home. Get us another lunatic.""Excuse me!" [hopping up to stand in his seat] "Elassar Targon, master of the universe, reporting for duty!""I withdraw my objection.”