“Women love to talk. I'll bet Van Gogh had a woman. And I'll bet she talked his ear off.”
“I'll bet you the time ain't far off when a woman won't know any more than a man.”
“I'll bet Grand Admiral Pellaeon doesn't take this long to get himself together. I'll bet the Grand Admiral sleeps in his uniform. Leia Cal Omas”
“I'll bet you could make a woman throw out all her toys”
“Wasn't he the one who sliced off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend?""Van Gogh," said Varen, in a monotone that suggested he might be in pain."Van Gogh," Gwen said, leaning away, waving the apple. "Edgar Allan Poe. Close enough!”
“If I could go back in time, I'd love to whisper sweet nothings in Van Gogh's ear, but not while it was attached to his head.”