Rayne: I’m not exactly sure where your spleen is, so do me a favor and cry out when I stab it. Issa: Stop it. Issa: We’re dating. Issa: What’s the big deal? Rayne: You’re the one who felt there was a need to hide it from me. Issa: Why can’t you be happy for me? Rayne: He’s my nemesis! Rayne: It’s like Yoda banging The Emperor. Luke: This is some sick shit. Yoda: Just happened, it did. Emperor: And now, Young Skywalker…you will take off your pants.