Princess Vespa: [looking up at the night sky] Which one’s yours?
Lone Starr: Who knows?
Princess Vespa: You don’t know where you’re from?
Lone Starr: Not really. I was found on the doorstep of a monastery.
Princess Vespa: A monastery? Where?
Lone Starr: Somewhere in the Ford Galaxy.
"He shot my hair! Son of a b.....!.....Nobody shoots my hair!"
"He shot my hair! Son of a b.....!.....Nobody shoots my hair!"