50 Best Temuera Morrison Quotes

Boba: What if he doesn't survive? He's worth a lot to me.
Darth: The Empire will compensate you, if he dies. Put him in.

Garsa: Thank you for the honor of your patronage, Mr. Fett. Please have a seat at the bar and I'll see if I can free up a table for you. Would you care to have a beverage while I sort this out?
Boba: What's going on here?
Garsa: In what respect?
Boba: Mayor Mok Shaiz sent me here as though there's something I should know. Now you're sweating like a gumpta on Mustafar.
Garsa: You haven't heard?
Boba: Heard what?
Garsa: The twins have laid claim to their late cousin's bequest.
Boba: The twins are preoccupied with the debauchery of Hutta to bother with any ambitions on Tatooine.

Boba: The Sarlacc Pit. That's where I was trapped all those years ago. That's where I'll find my armor.
Fennec: In there? It's dissolved.
Boba: Not beskar.

Garsa: [Krrsantan wreaks havoc on a group of her patrons] I think you've made your point. I remember your years in the Pit. I've never seen a more impressive display of martial prowess, and you were a legend. And the name Krrsantan drew crowds by the thousands. Your knuckle dusters are more feared than blasters. You've met every challenge. You've won every trophy. Is it not beneath you to dismember this unfortunate Trandoshan? Thousands once cheered such a display. But those days have passed. In this more civilized place in these more civilized times, what was once celebrated in the bloodlust of the arena is now seen as horror and cruelty.
[seeing him calm down]
Garsa: There, there. Isn't that better? And you've nothing left to prove. You are a champion. You are above such pettiness. Now, you have run up quite a bar tab, Santo. So what say you release this customer and let these fine folks get back to their fun, and in return, I will wipe your debt off the books?
[after a moment of decision, Krrsantan tears the Trandoshan's arm off, to the shock of everyone, then pays his tab and leaves]
Boba: It was worth a shot.

Mayor: Who is this who enters unannounced?
Boba: You know damn well who.
Mok: it is the new Daimyo, Boba Fett, Your Excellence.
Boba: If you do not know who I am, then why did you send this man to assassinate me?
Mok: I can assure you, the Mayor had nothing...
Mayor: He's a member of the Order of the Night Wind.
Boba: Ah! Then you admit it.
Mayor: [at his signal, a guard kills the assassin] The Order of the Night Wind are not allowed to operate outside of Hutt Space. Thank you for turning him in. Give this man his reward.
Boba: I am not a bounty hunter.
Mayor: is that so? I've heard otherwise.

Garsa: Welcome to the Sanctuary. Would you care to partake in any of our sundry offerings?
Boba: Maybe another time. I'm here to talk business.
Garsa: Oh, then business it is. Would you like your Gamorreans hosed down and fed while we are sequestered?

Boba: Here is your prisoner. I offer him back if you renounce all claims to Jabba's legacy on Tatooine.
Brother: We are leaving and recommend you do the same.
Sister: Tatooine is a worthless rock. Sell the Wookiee back to the gladiators.
Brother: He is our tribute to you.

Boba: [to Krrsantan] No hard feelings. It's just business. Take it from an ex-bounty hunter, don't work for scugholes. It's not worth it.

Boba: You can bring as many gladiators as you wish but these are not the death pits of Duur and I am not a sleeping Trandoshan guard. This territory is mine. Go back to Nal Hutta.

Pyke: Are you going to kill us?
Boba: That depends on how you answer what I'm about to ask. Are you carrying spice?
Pyke: What do you mean by "spice"?
Boba: Sansanna spice from the slave mines of Kessel.
Pyke: What does spice look like?
Boba: [two Tuskens drop a container onto the ground, which falls open] Like that. This is not looking good for you.
Pyke: We thought you were uncivilized raiders. We were trying to protect our route.
Boba: These sands are no longer free for you to pass. These people lay ancestral claim to the Dune Sea, and if you are to pass, a toll is to be paid to them. Any death dealt from the passing freighters will be returned tenfold. Now, go back to your syndicate and present these terms. Your lives are a gesture of our civility. Now walk. Single file, in the direction of the high sun. It will lead you to Anchorhead by sunset if you leave now.
Pyke: But we'll be killed.
Boba: You now travel under the protection of the Tuskens. No harm will come of you.
Pyke: We will die of thirst without our water car.
Boba: We will give you each a black melon. You will survive on its milk as these people do. Now go.

Fennec: How's the ship?
Boba: She's in good shape. Just a little rusty.
Fennec: There are good mechanics in Mos Eisley.
Boba: I'll do the maintenance myself. There's an advantage to people thinking you're dead.

Boba: [to Jay] You really want to do this?

Drash: Come in, boss. Come in. Something feels strange over here.
Boba: Have the Pykes arrived?
Drash: Not yet, but something feels off.
[the Mods begin taking fire from the Aqualish]
Drash: [taking cover] The locals are attacking.
The: I thought we had a treaty.
Boba: So did I.

Fennec: There's a lot of credits to be made from that orange powder.
Boba: In the long run, it is better for us, as well. Mos Espa can become a prosperous city under our protection. Spice is killing our people. Let Marshal Vanth and the people of Mos Pelgo...
The: Freetown is its name now.
Boba: Let the people of Freetown know they have my word.
The: You can tell Cobb Vanth himself when he arrives here with the reinforcements.
Boba: You are confident he will come?
The: I am.
Boba: Well, if he does not, we are doomed. Our skill is no match for the Syndicate numbers. We must buy time until they arrive. We'll lockdown at the palace.
Skad: It's a bad idea.
Boba: Is that so?
Skad: It is.
Boba: And where do you propose we wait for reinforcements?
Skad: Here.
Boba: Here? In these ruins?
[Skad nods]
Boba: Nonsense. The palace offers greater protection.
Drash: If you want to abandon Mos Espa and hide in your fortress, go ahead. We're staying. The people who live here need our protection.
Boba: [considering it, he glances at Fennec and Mando] We'll stay.

Cad: Let the spice move through Mos Espa, and all this can be avoided.
Boba: No.
Cad: What do you propose then?
Boba: I will only negotiate with the Pyke Syndicate.
Cad: You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family and blamed it on a speed bike gang? You know it's true.
Fennec: Boba.
Cad: [he reveals his blaster in its holster] Let's do this right here, right now.
Fennec: Not now. You pick when.
Boba: He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren't coming.
Fennec: We fight on our terms, not theirs.
Boba: I can take him.
Fennec: You're emotional.
Boba: I can take him.
Fennec: We need to adjust. You'll have your moment.

Lortha: They stole from me! And you're just going to let them off?
Boba: What do they owe you?
Lortha: 1,300 credits.
Boba: For water?
Lortha: 1,300 credits.
Boba: Give him 500.
Lortha: What? They owe 1,300.
Boba: I heard you the first time.
[Fennec tosses over a pouch of coins]
Boba: Take the 500 and consider it resolved, if you want to continue to do business in my territory. If you don't like it, you can move to Mos Eisley.
Lortha: Fine.
Boba: And cut your prices. The rest of you, gather up your gak, follow me.

Dokk: A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo.
Boba: It's an honor to be welcomed to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi.
Dokk: May you never leave Mos Espa.
Boba: Even when a Trandoshan pays you a compliment, it sounds like a threat.

Mok: You may not know this about me, in fact, how could you, except perhaps what vestiges remain of my accent, but... I was educated on Coruscant. Not that that makes me better in any way.
Boba: Get to it.
Mok: Yeah, uh... I attended finishing academy. My parents were not wealthy by any means. I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations. Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf, I'm fairly certain we would be granted passage off-world with, at worst, some theatrical, symbolic, groveling gestures and an exchange of funds.
Boba: Very well. Give me your tablet. I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.
Mok: I shall go as your emissary. I have no compunction whatsoever genuflecting or even groveling if needs be, which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.
Boba: [giving him the finished tablet] Now go before I change my mind.

Boba: This is Master Assassinn Fennec Shand. I'm Boba Fett. I have replaced Bib Fortuna.
Garsa: Apologies. I didn't see your litter.
Boba: I wasn't carried on a litter. I walk on my own two feet.

Boba: I will stop the train.
Tusken: [in Tusken] You cannot stop the long speeder.
Boba: I will stop them. I will take rifle and stick. Be back by morning.

Boba: Why must everyone bow at me?
Fennec: Eh, it's better than shooting.
Boba: Are those my only two choices?
Fennec: When you run the town, it is.
Boba: [taking a piece of fruit offered by a local shopkeeper] Thank you. We are not suited for this.
Fennec: If not us, then who?

Boba: Power hates a vacuum.

Caij: How about we bring in this Jedi together? Split the bounty right down the middle?
Boba: I'm not here for the Jedi.
Cal: You know, it feels good NOT to be the target for once.

8D8: Presenting Dokk Strassi, leader of the Trandoshan family, protectors of the city center and its business territories.
Boba: That's weird. I used to work for him.
Fennec: It's even weirder for him.

Boba: [stealing Slave I back from Jabba's palace] Now your debt is paid. Where would you like to be dropped?
Fennec: Where are you headed?
Boba: I have a few scores to settle.
Fennec: I'll go for the ride.

Fennec: Are you sure?
Skad: I know a Pyke when I see one.
Boba: How many?
Skad: I saw a dozen, at least.
Fennec: They arrived on the starliner.
Boba: Good work. Keep an eye on them.
[realizing his gaffe]
Boba: Sorry, it's an expression.
Skad: You don't have to be sorry, mate. I paid a lot for this. I'm proud of my eye.
Fennec: Let us know what you see.
[ending the transmission]
Fennec: These are just a first wave. They're going to war.
Boba: Then we will be ready.

Boba: I'm just here to introduce myself and assure you that your, uh, business will continue to thrive under my watchful eye.
Garsa: Well, thank you, Lord Fett. And thank you for the gracious introduction and for making the long journey to visit our establishment. It is our little slice of paradise. And you are always welcome, as it is yours now.

Fennec: As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown, our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city. The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers, but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us. The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa will ensure that they will remain neutral and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers. The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory at the starport and will alert us if any of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive. Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory, keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall. Drash and Skad are with the other Mods keeping an eye on the Worker's District and the Aqualish Quarter. As you can see, all our flanks are covered. Nobody is sneaking up on us. When the people of Freetown arrive, we will have the forces required to pivot our strength to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from.
Boba: For now?
Fennec: We wait.
8D8: Lord Fett? There is someone here to see you.
Boba: [sarcastically to Fennec] I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us.

Fennec: Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?
The: I think so. Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.
Fennec: What price did you negotiate?
The: Free.
Boba: Free?
The: He's been holding off the spice trade single-handedly. I told him we could shut it down.
Fennec: That's not free. That's most of Jabba the Hutt's business.
The: That's what the town wants.
Boba: I agree to their terms.

Modifier: Aren't you a little old to be here?
Boba: She needs modification.
Modifier: No walk-ins. Appointment only.
Boba: This woman is about to die.
[puts down a bag of credits]
Modifier: You should've started with that.

Boba: Why does it just lie there?
Rancor: It's depressed.
Boba: This beast can feel such things?
Rancor: Rancor are emotionally complex creatures.
Boba: Why does it wear blinders?
Rancor: This one is a calf. It was bred from champions for fighting. I saved this one for myself to train. It imprints on the first human it sees. Now that we arrived, I will begin its training.

Brother: We have come to apologize.
Boba: Go on.
Sister: We sent Krrsantan to kill you...
Brother: We are sorry. Please accept this gift as restitution.
[a Rancor is brought to Boba Fett]
Boba: Clear off Tatooine and I will consider a truce.
Sister: We will do that. But for a different reason. There is something you should now.
Boba: Say your piece.
Brother: We were both lied to. This territory has already been promised to another Syndicate.
Boba: Promised by who?
Sister: That spineless Mayor Mok Shaiz.
Boba: And what of the Hutts?
Brother: We are going back to Hutta. We don't want war.
Sister: Bad for business.

8D8: After the sail barge disaster, there was a power vacuum. Bib Fortuna assumed Jabba's mantle. Under Master Bib's watchful eye, Mos Espa was divided amongst three families. The Trandoshans took the city center. The Aqualish, the Worker's District here. And the Klatooinians, the starport and upper sprawl. Master Bib did not have the power of Jabba, so he relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title. All of this while lining the pockets of Mayor Mok Shaiz.
Boba: Where does that leave us now?
8D8: Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are.
Boba: And the assassins?
Fennec: Mayor has no power. Somebody else is behind that play.
Boba: The Hutts.
Fennec: Could be. You want me to ask around?
Boba: Would they know if you did?
Fennec: We should assume so.

Obi: Now, let's get a move on. We've got a battle to win here.
Commander: Yes, sir.
[Obi-Wan and his lizard ride off. Commander Cody stops and opens his comlink, revealing the hologram of Darth Sidious]
Darth: Commander Cody, the time has come. Execute Order 66.
Commander: Yes, my Lord.
[the comlink is shut. Cody gestures towards Obi-Wan]
Commander: Blast him!

- Dad, look!
Jango: Boba, get on board!

Dressing: Congratulations, Master Fett. You are completely healed.
Fennec: What about the scars on the inside?
Boba: Those take longer.

Pyke: Please come in. Have a seat.
Boba: You received my message?
Pyke: Protection arrangements are all part of doing business in the Outer Rim.
Boba: Very well, I'll take payment. Be on my way.
Pyke: I've spoken with my superiors on Oba Diah and they are unwilling to pay protection to more than one party.
Boba: We are one party. I'm collecting on behalf of the Tuskens of the Dune Sea.
Pyke: The Kintan Striders have already collected protection money for the same territory you lay claim to.
Boba: You don't have to pay that speeder bike gang. We far outnumber them. The sands have belonged to the Tuskans since the oceans dried.
Pyke: We are happy to do business with either party. But we do not want to be taken advantage of by paying protection to both. I'm sure you understand.
Boba: I will resolve this. You will not hear from the Nikto sand riders again.
Pyke: We look forward to our partnership.

Boba: Anything from the Mayor's majordomo? Is he cooperating?
Fennec: Oh, he's singing like a Yuzzum. But still, no sign of the Mayor.
Boba: [to one of his servant droids] My armor, quickly.
Fennec: Relax. The Mods are combing the streets of Mos Espa. If he's here, they will find him.
Boba: I should still show my face in town.
Fennec: You sure that's a good idea? War could break out any day.
Boba: Power hates a vacuum.

The: The way I see it, we have two choices. We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms.
Boba: Or?
The: We rush out there, catch them unaware. Then we can escape to your ship at the palace.
Boba: I can't abandon Mos Espa. These people are counting on me.
The: Okay, then. We'll both die in the name of honor.
Boba: You sure you wanna stay?
The: This is the way.

Boba: [trying to understand the Tusken child] Water. You want me to dig for water.

8D8: And here you see the businesses that were under the protection of the name that should not be spoken.
Boba: You can say "Jabba."
8D8: Under the protection of Jabba the Hutt.
Boba: He's dead. He can't hurt you.
8D8: I was concerned that you would feel insulted.
Boba: Why would I feel insulted?
8D8: Because you felt threatened.
Boba: Well, now I am insulted.

Boba: I have a business with this slug. Come along. Jabba's been looking for you. If you resist, we'll disintegrate your friends.
Geezer: Tell me, does Jabba want my autograph?

Fennec: We were told the Mayor was coming to pay tribute.
Mok: Ah, indeed yes. With apologies. I understand how one might draw such a conclusion from the correspondence.
Boba: Very well. Extend my greeting and appreciation from the Mayor's tribute.
Mok: Another understandable misunderstanding. The, uh, only tribute I bear is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome, which I express in his stead.
Fennec: So you bring no tribute?
Mok: The Mayor's heartfelt welcome and regrets that he's been drawn away by pressing matters, milady.
Fennec: If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba, he'd have fed you to his menagerie.

Mayor: I know that you sit on the throne of your former employer.
Boba: Bib Fortuna was not my employer.
Mayor: It was Jabba the Hutt's throne.
Boba: Yes. And now it is mine. And I will take this payment as what you should have brought me as tribute. You should remember, you serve as long as the Daimyo of Tatooine deem it so.
Mayor: Before you threaten me, you should ask yourself, who really sent the Night Wind? I have no motive. As you said, I serve at your pleasure.
Boba: I am not a fool, Mok Shaiz. And those who thought otherwise no longer draw breath.
Mayor: Here is the tribute I offer: some advice. Running a family is more complicated than bounty hunting.
Boba: Is that it?
Mayor: Go to Garsa's Sanctuary. You'll see what I speak of.

Boba: What is this gang?
Lortha: Uh, well, they are half-man, half-machine. They modify their bodies with droid parts to make themselves even more deadly. I... I beseech you, Lord Fett, rid the streets of Mos Espa of this... scourge, and I will double my tribute to you.

Jango: I'm just a simple man, trying to make my way in the universe.

[first lines]
Boba: [climbing out of the Sarlacc] I can't!

Boba: Welcome back, Santo. I have to confess I thought you were gone. I owe you a nice long soak in the bacta tank when this is done.

Fennec: You should have let them carry you on a litter.
Boba: I'm not being carried around the streets like a useless noble.
Fennec: It is a sign of power to the people of Mos Espa. They're used to seeing the Hutts paraded around the streets. Things would go a lot smoother if you accepted their ways.

8D8: Excuse me, Lord Fett.
Boba: [with his new rancor] Not now. I'm busy.
8D8: We heard back from the Mayor's office. He remains completely unavailable for at least the next 20 days.
Boba: [to the rancor keeper] Feed the rancor, a full ronto carcass from the larder. I think it's hungry.
[leaving with 8D8]
Boba: Tell Fennec to suit up. We're not waiting for an appointment.