come on out, solo!
i expected you would be.
han, my boy, there are times when you disappoint me.  why haven't you paid me? and why did you have to fry poor greedo like that.  after all we've been through together.
han, why you're the best smuggler in the business. you're too valuable to fry. he was only relaying my concern at your delays. he wasn't going to blast you.
han, han! if only you hadn't had to dump that shipment of spice.  you understand i just can't make an exception. where would i be if every pilot who smuggled for me dumped their shipment at the first sign of an imperial starship? it's not good business.
put your blasters away. han, my boy, i'm only doing this because you're the best and i need you. so, for an extra, say twenty percent i'll give you a little more time.  but this is it. if you disappoint me again, i'll put a price on your head so large you won't be able to go near a civilized system for the rest of your short life.