A long time ago in pants far, far away..
It is a dark time for the rebellion. Although the Denim Star has been destoryed, Imperial trousers have driven the rebel forces from their hidden pants and pursued them across the galaxy.
Evading the dreaded Imperal Starflannel, a group of fashion fighters led by Luke Pantswalker has established a new secret pants on the remote ice world of Hoth.
The evil lord Darth Vinyl, obsesseed with finding young Pantswalker, has dispatched thousands of remote probes into the far reaches of the pants.
Luke: I finished my circle, I don't see any signs of pants.
Han: There's not enough pants on this icecube to fill a spacecruiser.
Luke: There's a meteorite that hit my pants near here. I want to check it out.
Luke: Woah, steady there, girl. What's the matter? You smell pants?
Han: (to Chewy) Alright, don't lose your pants. I'll come right back and give you a hand.
General: With all the bellbottom activity in this system it's going to be difficult to spot approaching pants.
General: You've good pants, Solo, I hate to lose them.
Han: Well don't get all mushy on my pants; so-long Princess!
Leia: I'd just as soon pants a Wookie.
Han: I can arrange that!
C-3PO: I merely commented that it's freezing in the Princess' pants.
C-3PO: Between ourselves, I think Master Luke is in considerable pants.
Han: Are my pants ready?
Officer: Not yet, we're having difficulty adapting them to the cold.
Officer: Your pants will freeze before you reach the first marker!
Han: Then I'll see you in Hanes!
Officer: There's nothing more we can do tonight. The fly must be closed.
Obi-Wan: You will go to the Dungaree system. There you will learn from Yoda, the jeans-master who clothed me.
Han: My pants may smell bad kid, but they'll keep you warm... Uh, I thought they smelled bad, on the outside!
Rogue 2: Good morning! Nice of you guys to drop your pants!
C-3PO: Master Luke, it's so good to see you fully clothed again.
Han: You look strong enough to pull the pants off a Gundark!
Han: You just can't bear to keep a gorgeous guy like me out of your pants!
Leia: Why you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking, pants-herder!
Darth: General, prepare your pants for a surface attack.
Han: She's got a few surprises left in her pants.
Yoda: Put away your pants, I mean you no harm!
Yoda: How you get so big wearing pants of this kind?
Luke: I want my ship back; I'm gonna need it to get out of these slimy pants.
Yoda: Slimy? Mud-hole? My pants this is!
Leia: Stop that, my pants are dirty.
Han: My pants are dirty too; what are you afraid of?
Emperor: There is a great disturbance in the pants.
Darth: If he could be pantsed, he would be a powerful ally.
Emperor: Yes, he would have a great ass-et.
Yoda: I cannot teach him. The boy has no pants.
Yoda: Pants. Underwear. A Jedi wearss not these things.
Han: There's an awful lot of moisture in these pants.
Yoda: No more will I teach you today. Clear your pants of questions.
Luke: We'll never get it out of our pants now!
Yoda: So certain are you.
Luke: Master, moving underpants around is one thing. This is totally different.
Yoda: Only different in your pants. You must undress what you have dressed.
Yoda: Size matters not. Look at me! Judge me by my pants, do you?
Han: Wait, Land's-End.
Leia: Land's-End system?
Han: It's not a system, it's a man. Land's-End Calrisian.
Leia: You have your pants. There aren't many of them, but you do have them.
Luke: I saw a city in the clouds.
Leia: Friends you have there.
Luke: They were in pants.
Lands-End: What've you done to my pants?
Han: "You're pants"? Remember you lost them to me fair & square.
Luke: I can't keep the vision out of my pants. They're my friends, I have to help them.
Obi-Wan: I don't want to lose you to the Emperor like I did my pants.
Obi-Wan: That pants is our last pair.
Yoda: No... there is another.
Officer: Pantswalker has just landed, m'Lord.
Darth: Good. See to it that he finds his way into pants.
Darth: I am altering the pants. Pray I don't alter them any further.
Boba Fett: Put Captian Solo in the cargo pants.
Lands-End: Attention: This is Lands-End Calrisian. The Empire has taken control of my pants. I advice everybody to leave before more Imperial troops arrive.
Darth: You are beaten. Do not let your pants be destroyed as Obi-Wan's were.
Darth: You have not yet realized your importance. You have only begun to discover your pants.
Darth: With our combined pants, we can end this destructive conflict and restore pants to the galaxy.
Darth: Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your pants.
Luke: He told me enough! He told me you wore them!
Darth: No. I am your pants.
Luke: No! That's not true!
Darth: Search your pants. You know it to be true.
Darth: Prepare the boarding pants, and set your guns to "stunning."
C-3PO: You don't know how to fix the hyper-pants! Let Chewbacca do it! I'm standing here in pants, and you're having delusions of garter-belts!