Stone: Commander Wolffe?
Wolffe: Speaking.
Stone: I don't mean to bother you...
Wolffe: Don't. While I'm planetside, I'm more than happy to help out the boys in red.
Stone: Thank you, sir...It's Fox...
Wolffe: Does he need a little help falling asleep? Help from my right hook, I mean.
Stone, chuckling: No. One of your men helped him out by lending him his armor, and we picked him up for acting drunk and disorderly.
Wolffe: So he decided to act like a di'kut as one of my men...
Stone: He only did it so he could avoid a certain Jedi...
Wolffe: I know he's not a fan of Jedi--
Stone: This one wants to sleep with him.
Wolffe: Give me a name.
Stone: Don't worry about him. He usually handles him himself.
Wolffe: So what do you need me for? To pick up the armor?
Stone: To pick up Fox. We believe the Jedi may have noticed it was him and could be waiting outside, so we want to sell him on the idea by having you pick him up as your trooper.
Wolffe: I'll do it.
Stone: Thank you.
Wolffe: So I can see who this Jedi is.
Stone, sighing: You can see Fox handle him himself if he's out there...