Finn Star Wars Quotes

Finn stepped forward immediately. "Used to be a stormtrooper, but now I'm rebel scum," he said, pressing a fist over his heart. "Until the end." "My point," Poe said, turning back to Agoyo, "is that many of us have dubious beginnings, but it is how we end that counts." "My father was Darth Vader," Leia said, pitching her voice so that it rang out clearly through the room, "Is there anyone who wants to question my loyalty to the Resistance?

Will you allow your daughter to go goblin hunting with me?” Mr. Wylltson leaned against the back of the chair and studied Finn. “Nothing,” he said finally, “can prepare a man for a question like that.

The old ghostie man,” Finn said. “He was holding a book then, wasn’t he? That last time we saw him. I had to be ninety years old, and I still hadn’t finished reading these books.” Teagan shook her head. “You just loved them so much you were reading them again. I’m sure of it.” “I’m glad one of us is.” Finn took back the paper and turned it over in his hands. “He said I couldn’t ask you to marry me until I’d finished the quest. He didn’t say a word about canoodling. Do you want to—” “Yes.

You shouldn't keep the phone numbers of rapscallions who robbed you and left you for dead at bus stops, or stood you up on Valentine's Day at age eight, even if they looked like Finn from Star Wars and dressed like the Fantastic Mr. Fox and smelled like heady cologne.

Captain Phasma. Remember me?” He moved his weapon slightly. “Here’s my blaster, ya still wanna inspect it?” Phasma held on to her dignity. “Yes, I remember you. FN-2187.” Finn shook his head curtly. “Not anymore. My name is Finn. A real name for a real person. And I’m in charge now.

Poe hesitated before he asked, "So the two of you aren't..." Finn looked puzzled at first, but then his expression shifted to amusement. "No, nothing like that. Just friends." "And Rose?" "Oh." Finn shook his head no. "We talked about it, and Crait was... a moment. But that's it. Friends there, too." Poe laughed. "I can't keep up with your 'just friends,' man.

MARK TWAIN Some months after invading Iraq, President George W. Bush said he had taken the war to liberate the Philippines as his model. Both wars were inspired from heaven. Bush disclosed that God had ordered him to act as he did. And a century beforehand, President William McKinley also heard the voice from the Great Beyond: “God told me that we could not leave the Filipinos to themselves. They were unfit for self-government. There was nothing left for us to do but to take them all, and to educate them, and uplift and civilize and Christianize them.” Thus the Philippines were liberated from the Filipino threat, and along the way the United States also saved Cuba, Puerto Rico, Honduras, Colombia, Panama, Dominican Republic, Hawaii, Guam, Samoa . . . At the time, writer Ambrose Bierce revealed: “War is God’s way of teaching us geography.” And his colleague Mark Twain, leader of the Anti-Imperialist League, designed a new flag for the nation, featuring little skulls in place of stars. General Frederick Funston suggested Twain ought to be hanged for treason. Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn defended their father.

She felt the electric tickle of Finn behind her. He must have come from the hallway. She turned. Standing on the first step, she was almost eye level with him. He’d carried the irresistible smell of the morning in with him, caught in his hair and clothes. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said. Teagan leaned closer. “What are you doing?” Aiden asked. Sniffing Finn. How weird would that sound? She changed the sniff into a kiss on the cheek, but Finn turned just before her lips met his face. She felt a shock as their lips touched, the wild inside her exploding like fireworks, rocketing through her to Finn. He swayed, and she managed to get her arms around him before his knees gave way. “Wa,” he gasped. “Could you steer me toward the couch, girl?” “Oh, my god,” Abby said from behind her. “The couch? Are you going to let them do that in your living room, Mr. Wylltson?” “Do what?” Finn flushed red. “Oh. I just meant . . . I need to sit down. The girl’s that good a kisser.” Thomas and Mr. Wylltson were staring. Aiden’s mouth was hanging open. “What are you doing, Tea?” Abby asked. “You totally lunged at him.” “I did not lunge.” I was just sniffing him. That would sound worse than lunging. “I just . . . caught him.” “Then why don’t you let him go?” Because he wasn’t steady on his feet yet. Finn’s electronics had gone haywire. “Well played.” Thomas winked at Finn and grinned at Teagan. “And well caught.” Finn groped for the banister. “I’m telling you I never meant to kiss her. Not in front of her da, that is—” “Unhand the young man, Teagan, and step away,” Mr. Wylltson said. “You are befuddling him.” “By that”—Finn found the banister and Teagan let go and backed up a stair—“I did not mean that I intended to carry on behind your back. This whole thing isn’t what it looks like”—his eyes lifted to Teagan. “Is it?

That weapon—is mine.” Finn all but snarled his reply. “Come and get it.

Han Solo. A legend of the Rebellion against the Empire. Trader, pirate, con man, and fighter extraordinaire. It was hard to believe he was real, Finn thought. Solo was history come to life.

Finn stared at her, one thought in his mind, one word on his lips. “Rathtars.

From the box she removed a lightsaber. Finn eyed it uncertainly, but even in the poor light, Han recognized it immediately. Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. “Where’d you get that?” Han demanded. “Long story. A good one—for later.

She would have stayed there, blasting away wildly, had not Finn half dragged, half carried her away.

Despite lack of any training with a lightsaber, Finn was athletic and courageous. In tandem with such traits, the saber made him a formidable fighter.

She stood and extended a hand. He glanced at it, his dark gaze rising to her face, then gratefully accepted her offer of assistance. “Follow me,” Rey said. She turned and broke into a run, the grateful Finn allowing himself to be guided.

Eying him, Finn felt he knew the type if not the man. His only fear then was that the man might shoot first and ask questions later. Thankfully, he did not.

DEC 18 MAYBE WE REALLY are alone in the galaxy. The heroes and villains of Star Wars: The Force Awakens sure seem to be. Although we’ve only seen flashes of actual footage from next December’s journey into that other universe, it’s interesting to note that director J.J. Abrams chose to introduce the first new characters in moments of isolation and desperation. Consider John Boyega as Finn, the scared, sweaty stormtrooper trying to make an escape in the desert. Or Daisy Ridley’s Rey, riding solo (no pun intended) in her Taser-shaped speeder across a similarly blighted

An admirer of the firebird, I see.” Finn touched his pin briefly. “And yourself?” he asked, recklessly. Her eyes met his, bright with mischief. But wary, too. “Brave,” she murmured. “Or very impetuous.

I have no doubts.” Poe hesitated before he asked, “So the two of you aren’t…” Finn looked puzzled at first, but then his expression shifted to amusement. “No, nothing like that. Just friends.” “And Rose?” “Oh.” Finn shook his head no. “We talked about it, and Crait was…a moment. But that’s it. Friends there, too.” Poe laughed. “I can’t keep up with your ‘just friends,’ man.

Tis how our cause shall win, dear Finn: not fighting What we do hate, but saving what we love.

Poe: The Falcon drew the fighters off, huzzah! Each one of them hath ta’en the bait and left. FINN: Forsooth, they hate that most uncommon ship!

escape from a First Order spacecraft, and they had done that. Not that it would matter if he was found here, wandering alive among the dunes. Of one thing he was certain: His former colleagues would not understand, no matter how hard he tried to explain. No one fled the First Order and lived. The sand sucked at his feet as he stumbled toward the rising smoke. “Poe! Say something if you can hear me! Poe!” He did not expect a response, but he hoped for one. Flame had joined smoke in enveloping the wreck of the TIE fighter. Built more robustly than the typical ship of its class, the Special Forces craft had survived the crash landing, although hardly intact. Debris from the impact was scattered over a wide area. Careful not to cut himself on twisted shards of metal and still-hot composite, he pushed through the heat and haze until he reached the cockpit. It lay crushed and open to the desert air. Trying to shield his eyes against the smoke, Finn moved in closer. Something—there was something sticking out of the wreckage. An arm. Ignoring the heat and the licking flames, Finn reached in until he could get a grip on it. First one hand, then both, then pull—and it came free in his hands. No arm, no body: just Poe’s jacket. Frustrated, he threw it aside and tried to enter the ruined cockpit. Increasing smoke and heat made it impossible for him to even see, much less work his way inside. “Poe!” He felt his legs start to go out from under him. But they hadn’t buckled; the ground had. Looking down, he saw sand beginning to slide beneath him. His feet were already half covered. He was sinking. In front of him, the ruins of the ship began to slide into the hollow in which it had come to rest. Sand was crawling up the wings and reaching for the open cockpit. If he didn’t get away from the quicksand, it was clear he was going to join the TIE fighter in premature internment. He began backpedaling frantically, yelling at the disappearing vessel. “POE!” Going. Down, down into the sand, to a depth that could not be

You can turn around now,” Mamieo said primly. When they did, she was holding a delicate dagger in her hand. “And where’d you get that?” Finn asked. “I had it about me,” Mamieo said primly. “I don’t go about unarmed, boyo.” “It took you three full minutes to find the thing,” Finn pointed out. “Was it lost?” Aiden asked. Mamieo flushed. “It was not.

And it would be nice if kissing Finn did not always turn out to be a spectator sport. Especially if it knocked him off his feet.

What’s your other prayer?” “Help!” Finn said. “Just ‘Help’?” “That’s it. Your voice lacked the proper note of desperation, though. I suppose it’s hard to achieve when you’re not in the midst of it.