I hate it, but there’s nothing
The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're best…
The more you tighten your grip
You're all clear, kid. Let's blow this thing and go home! I call it luck. You mean it controls your actions? I'm trying not to, kid. Don't be too proud…