Species: Human-cyborg relations droid
Sex: Masculine programming
Hair color: None
Eye color: Yellow
Height: 1.67 meters
Profession: Translator & Protocol Consultant
A standard model protocol droid with a not so standard history.
Owned by many master, this droid somehow escaped many of his scheduled
memory wipes and developed a rather frantic personality. Along with
his counterpart, R2-D2, he provides much of the comic relief for Star Wars.
Given the mission to deliver the Death Star plans to Obi-wan Kenobi, he became the property of Luke Skywalker. In the process he became an essential part of the Alliance. His abilities are often neglected, however, because of his prissy attitude.
Don't you call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease!
You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you near sighted scrap pile!
No, I don't think he likes you at all.... I don't like you either.
You must repair him! Sir, if any of my circuits or gears will help, I'll gladly donate them.
We'll be destroyed for sure. This is madness!
We'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel or smashed into who-knows- what!
We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life.
Thank the maker!
Help! I think I'm melting.
Artoo says the chances of survival are seven hundred seventy-five... to one. Actually, Artoo has been known to make mistakes... from time to time... Oh dear, oh dear!
Why doesn't anyone listen to me?
I'm standing here in pieces and an you're having delusions of grandeur.
I do believe that they think I am some sort of god.
I am fluent in over six million forms of communication.
Don't worry about master Luke... He's quite clever, you know... for a human being.
Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately three thousand, seven hundred and an twenty to one.
His High Exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated immediately.
I'm rather embarrased, General Solo, but it appears that you are to be the main course at a banquet in my honor.
But sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid.
I suggest a new strategy, Artoo. Let the Wookiee win.
I'm backwards, you flea-bitten furball.
I'm terribly sorry about all this. After all, he's only a Wookiee.
I thought that hairy beast would be the end of me.
If I told you half the things I've heard about this Jabba the Hutt, you'd probably short-circuit.
The great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas.
It's not my fault!
I've got such a bad case of dust contamination , I can barely move.
Oh, I told you it was dangerous here!
Artoo, I have a bad feeling about this.
Played by Anthony Daniels