Solo! Hay lapa no ya, Solo!
Solo! Come out of there, Solo!
Boonowa tweepi, ha, ha.
Have you now, ha, ha.
Han, mah bukee, keel-ee caleya ku kah.
Wanta dah moole-rah?
Wonkee chee sa crispa con Greedo?
Han, my boy, you disappoint me.
Why haven't you paid me?
And why did you fry poor Greedo?
Han, Han, make-cheesay.
Pa'sa tah ono caulky malia.
Ee youngee d'emperolo teesaw.
Twa spastika awahl no.
Yanee dah poo noo.
Han, Han, I can't make exceptions.
What if everyone who smuggled for me
dropped their cargo at the first sign
of an Imperial Starship.
It's not good business.
Squawk!
Han, ma bukee.
Bargon yanah coto da eetha.
See fah luto twentee, ee yaba...
Han, my boy, you're the best.
So, for an extra twenty percent...
See fah luto eetheen, ee yaba ma dukey massa.
Eeth wong che coh pa na-geen,
nah meeto toe bunky dunko.
Lo choda!
Ok, fifteen percent.
But if you fail me again, I'll put a price
on your head so big you won't be able to
go near a civilized system.
Boska!
Come on.