“Image of a girl holding a blaster to a twin’s temple. “Remember, bi***. You can’t spell ‘danger’ without DNA.”Blam.”

“There you have it. We go in General Celchu’s shuttle.”“Much as I personally want you to succeed in this, I sort of have to say no. Duty and officer’s oaths and all that. You understand.”“Oh, that’s right.” Luke turned to Wedge. “Could I trouble you to set your blaster on stun and point it at the other general?”“No, not really.”“Please?”Wedge sighed. “I’m not going to point a blaster at my best friend. Plus, his pilot will be obliged to jump in the way or do something equally noble and foolish. I’m not going to point a blaster at my little girl.”“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Falling in love too quickly spells disaster. But I’ve always lived dangerously, and I spell disaster with a Z.”

“Had S E X? Sex, you can say it Charlie! Put your big girl panties on and be a grown up, you certainly can’t do it if you can’t even say it.” Bethany winked “And oh my God, what are you waiting for? It’s been over a month. After your five year dry spell, I’d think you’d be ready for some ‘wet weather’.”

“You in the back," said the principal. "Don't think you can hide. Tell me. What would you like to be?""Dangerous," said the hidden girl, without a second's hesitation.”

“If you can spell "Nietzsche" without Google, you deserve a cookie.”