We're causing our own extinction.
When this is all over... are we Power Rangers, or are we friends?
With this collar on, my superpower is just unbridled cancer. Give me a bow and arrow and I'm basically Hawkeye.
If the Empire has this kind of power, what chance do we have?
How are you gonna be a revolutionary if you're such a traditionalist? You hold onto the past, but jazz is about the future.