Poe Dameron: What were you gonna tell Rey before?
Finn: You still on that?
Poe Dameron: Oh, I'm sorry, is this a bad time?
Finn: Yeah. Sort of is a bad time, Poe.
Poe Dameron: Well, 'cause later doesn't really look like an option. If you're gonna let something off your chest, maybe now's not the worst time to...
Finn: Doesn't Artoo back up your memory?
C-3PO: Oh, please. Artoo's storage units are famously unreliable.
Rey: You know the odds better than any of us. Do we have a choice?
C-3PO: If this mission fails... it was all for nothing. All we've done... all this time.
Poe Dameron: What are you doing there, Threepio?
C-3PO: Taking one last look, sir... at my friends.
Zorii Bliss: Babu only works with the crew. That's not you anymore.
Rey: What crew?
Zorii Bliss: Oh, funny he never mentioned it. Your friend's old job was running spice.
Finn: You were a spice runner?
Poe Dameron: You were a stormtrooper?
Rey: Were you a spice runner?
Poe Dameron: Were you a scavenger? We could do this all night.
Finn: Where's the wayfinder?
C-3PO: I am afraid I cannot tell you.
Poe Dameron: 20.3 fazillion languages, you can't read that?
C-3PO: Oh, I have read it, sir. I know exactly where the wayfinder is. Unfortunately, it is written in the runic language of the Sith.
Rey: So what?
C-3PO: My programming forbids me from translating it.
Poe Dameron: So, you're telling us the one time we need you to talk, you can't?
C-3PO: Irony, sir. I am mechanically incapable of speaking translations from Sith.
Finn: At least you're stealing from the bad guys and helping the good.
DJ: Good guys, bad guys, made-up words. Let's see who formerly owned this gorgeous hunk-uh. Ah, this guy was an arms dealer. Made his bank selling weapons to the bad guys. (hologram shows a tie fighter) Oh... And the good. (hologram shows a x-wing) Finn, let me learn you something big. It's all a machine, partner. Live free, don't join.
Leia Organa (to Poe): Poe, get your head out of your cockpit. There are things that you cannot solve by jumping in an X-wing and blowing something up!
(A moment later...)
Finn: They've got us.
Poe Dameron: Not yet, they don't. Permission to jump in an X-wing and blow something up?
Leia Organa: Permission granted.