1›Iggy: Really, Master. You can stop snivelling and groveling now. The mean old coot is gone. Oh, there there. Did the bad man frighten us?›10›Iggy: He's bluffing, Master. He won't kill you. Trust me.›Iggy: Yes or no? No or yes? Dun dun dun daaaa! For 20,000 credits and a chance at our grand prize, what is your answer?›Iggy: The answer is yes, Master [AX20. Trust me.›Iggy: No! The answer is no! I love a good game of twenty questions.›Iggy: The joke's on you, you old coot. You can't starve my master's brain for oxygen. It never developed the taste for it!›Iggy: On the off chance that old [AX20 answers wrong, Mr. Coot, sir, are you in the market for a good companion droid? I don't do windows.›Iggy: You'd better let my master go. Don't force him to bruise your fingers with his Adam's apple.›Iggy: Master, really! Will you leave that poor old man alone and come on.›Iggy: We don't care what you do to Hocklefrock. No one's going to tell you anything! Right, Master?›Iggy: Go ahead and choke him. He's got nothing to live for anyway.›2›Iggy: Are you aware that you're sinking into the trash? Stop bellowing, I can hardly hear myself process. My, my, you certainly are emotional. So you have giant pincers on your legs? There's no call to shout like a lunatic.›Iggy: Please, Master [AX20. It's extremely rude to disappear into the trash while someone is speaking to you! And what could you possibly hope to gain by wallowing under the garbage and screaming?›