Don't you call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease!
And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, because you won't get it.
Help, I think I'm melting! This is all your fault.
Hey! You're not permitted in there, it's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure.
That malfunctioning little twerp, this is all his fault.
I'm terribly sorry about all this. After all, he's only a Wookiee.
I'm only a droid and not very knowledgeable about such things... not on this planet, anyway.
I suggest a new strategy, R2... let the Wookiee win.
We seem to be made to suffer, it's our lot in life.
R2-D2, You know better than to trust a strange computer.