"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that my Dark Lord of the Sith could defend a thermal exhaust port two meters wide!"
"Oh, just rebuild it? And who the #### is going to give me a loan, #######, you? Is there an ATM in that torso-lite-brite of yours?"
"You've been flying around for two weeks, trying to get a signal? Ugh, you must smell like... FEET, wrapped in leathery, burnt bacon."