“You're demented.""Tell me something I don't know.""Okay, how about, we're unarmed!"-Droma & Han”

“Leia knows what she's doing. She married you didn't she Han Droma”

“Even friends can't be protected from fate, Han."-Droma”

“I’m too young to die.” “Yeah, and I’m too well known.” -Droma and Han Solo”

“Did something happen with you and that guy Vlad at that party Friday night?"Dread creeps over my skin. "Why?""Hmm, okay. I don't really know how to put this, but...well, he was telling everybody today that you guys are dating and that you're his soul mate and that you're going to get married.""What?"”

“Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says.“You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.”