"I see now how important it is to be accepting of all life forms, Master Tolan."
"How was I supposed to know that was a slur! His head is shaped like a hammer. And I don’t choose— two mouths, okay? I’m not trying to be hurtful. It’s just… two mouths!"
"This sure will teach me not to jump to conclusions, master."
"I really thought he was the spy! He was acting suspicious. And, well, we may have made him stomp off, but it did flush out the real spy, so now we just have to follow him."
"Gee, Master Tolan, you’ve really taught me a lesson on rashly charging into things."
"Shut up, Diovisus. There’s only four of them. Only… six lightsabers between them. We have this."
"Wow. I know I’ll make sure not to bite off more than I can chew, master."
"Hey, did you know they had a platoon of soldiers? If you’re all-knowing, maybe speak up sooner next time."
"I hope you learned your lessons today, padawan."
"Oh, was applying a tourniquet under fire that lesson? Or brushing off Master Kennev, Endizha, and Meteor Squadron after they rescued us a lesson about ‘avoiding emotion and maintaining poise’ or something?"
"Go to your room."