Desann:
You? You're the one who killed Jerec? You look like nothing more than a bantha herder.

Kyle Katarn:
And you look like an overgrown Kowakian monkey-lizard, so I guess looks don't count for much.

Kyle Katarn:
Jan's... not with me on this one.

Lando Calrissian:
You two've had another one of your fights, haven't you?

Kyle Katarn:
I'm no Jedi, I'm just a guy with a lightsaber and a few questions.

Bartender:
Of course, many peoples have them.

Kyle Katarn:
Lightsabers?

Bartender:
Questions.

Kyle Katarn:
Never trust a bartender with bad grammar.

Desann:
I was wrong about you, Katarn. Your failure as a Jedi hasn't weakened you; it's made you stronger. Come, join me. You know in your heart that you'll never truly be one of them.

Kyle Katarn:
Maybe, maybe not, but I know I won't be alone. How 'bout you, Desann? Even now, after all this pain, there's still hope. Come, join *us*.

Desann:
Welcome, Kyle Katarn. Welcome to the future.

Kyle Katarn:
Your future's looking pretty grim, Desann.

Kyle Katarn:
Mon Mothma never used to send us on blue milk runs like this!

Luke Skywalker:
I'll take your lightsaber back as you requested.

Kyle Katarn:
Thanks, but I think I'd rather hold onto it after all.

Jan Ors:
Ha! I knew it! Lando owes me five credits!