Ruby: I have a very bad feeling about this.
Ginger: Will you relax? You’re far too worked up over this.
Ruby: You are far too calm.
Ginger: Look, it’s not that bad. Just, y’know, fly casual.
Ruby: Fly casual? Really? That’s your advice?
Ginger: Would you prefer it if I said “Trust your feelings”?
Ruby: No. Because I’ve got a very bad feeling about this.
Ginger: Oh yeah. Hmm. The Force is strong in this one…
Ginger: It’s not that big a deal, Ruby. Honestly.
Ruby: You called my manager and told him I have a serious case of “wamp rat bites” and that I have to take the day off!
Ginger: It’s Star Wars Day. You have to spend today watching the Star Wars trilogy with me.
Ruby: Stop waving your hand when you say that. You’re not a Jedi.
Ginger: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Ruby: More proof you’re not a Jedi. Um. Ginger?
Ruby: Why is the milk…blue?
Ginger: Don’t you remember the scene where Luke is having dinner with Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen? Their milk is blue.
Ruby: Okay, first of all, I don’t think that was milk. And second, I wasn’t asking for a point of reference. I was asking why my milk is blue.
Ginger: It’s not toxic. I promise.
Ruby: Ginger…I didn’t say anything when you showed up here at 5 A.M. wearing a Stormtrooper helmet and announcing that you’re here to rescue me…
Ginger: Which was slightly disappointing. You should have asked “Aren’t you a little short to be a Stormtrooper?” but you didn’t. I wasn’t sure the plan was going to work at that moment.
Ruby: And I didn’t say anything when you took the phone away from me when I did finally succumb to your demands and called Lee to ask if I could take today off…
Ginger: It was a boring conversation anyway.
Ruby: But I’m drawing the line at blue milk.
Ginger: Fine. Come on, though, let’s watch the movies now!
Ruby: All right, fine. But this time, you cannot insist you see Mal Reynolds in the Mos Eisley cantina.
Ruby: And you can’t tell me that Jubal Early is “just behind that guy” in the line-up of bounty hunters when we watch The Empire Strikes Back.
Ginger: …okay. Fine.
Ruby: And you cannot, under any circumstances, whisper “Miranda” just before any of the fights – space fights or otherwise.
Ginger: But, Ruby!
Ruby: No. I will get dressed for the office and go right into work at the merest hint of these actions.
Ginger: Fine. Any other crazy and unorthodox demands?
Ruby: No, I think that covers it. You can start the movie now.
Ginger: Press play now, I shall.
Ruby: NO YODA VOICE.
Ginger: To say that forgot you did, hmm? Too late now, it is.
Ruby: I’m calling Lee and telling him that not only are my “wamp rat bites” miraculously healed, but also those mynocks you said were infecting the building’s garage are suddenly leaving.
Ginger: Ruby, that’s not fair! You only said I couldn’t make Firefly references!
Ruby: What can I say, Ginger? The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded.
Ginger: Fine. I won’t talk like Yoda.
Ruby: Good girl. Now, please press play and pass me some of that popcorn.
Ginger: Many Bothans died to bring us this…
Ruby: Don’t get cocky.
Ginger: It could be worse.
Ruby: Stay on target. You want to watch these movies with me, right?
Ginger: Well, I was going to go into Tosche Station to pick up some new Power Converters, but…
Ruby: It’s a wonder you’re still alive.
Ginger: I have the death sentence on twelve systems…
Ruby: Don’t make me destroy you.
Ginger: So be it. Jedi.
Ruby: This is your last warning…
Ginger: It’s a trap!!!!
Ruby: Hey, Ginger?
Ruby: May the Fourth be with you.
Ginger: May the Fourth be with you, too, Ruby. Always.