You smell that? Do you smell that?... Grilled Ewok, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of fried Ewok in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' Ewok body. The smell, you know that cooked smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory.
