dedicated to the 2 most atrocious examples of censorship.
polly: you can tell that to jabba. he may only take your ship.
morf: over my dead body.
polly: that's the idea… i've been looking forward to this for a long time.
morf: yes, i'll bet you have.
morf: strange, my gun seems to have been replaced by a walkie talkie.
polly: i blame the youth of today.