Omega: Tech won't let me train until I can recite all the ship's specifications from memory.
Hera Syndulla: Specs are only half of it. Flying is... It's about a feeling.
Omega: What do you mean?
Hera Syndulla: When I close my eyes and picture myself up there, I feel it. The instruments help guide you, but you plot your course. You're free.
Omega: So you're a pilot?
Hera Syndulla: No. Not yet. But one day.
Omega: I thought you didn't like the regs.
Wrecker: This one we like.
Hunter: Omega, this is Rex.
Captain Rex: I've met many clones in my time, but never one like you.
Omega: You're a generation one.
Captain Rex: Now how'd you know that?
Omega: From the lines on your face.
Captain Rex: Yeah, I guess I've been around.