(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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Good luck. You're gonna need it.
I would like to see the baby.
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Yes, your highnessness
So be it...Jedi.
That's no moon.
This is the way.
Laugh it up, fuzzball!
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
Great, kid, don’t get cocky!
I love you.
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
I know.
Use the Force, Luke.
Would somebody get this big walking carpet out of my way?
I am your father.
So this is how liberty dies…with thunderous applause.
It’s against my programming to impersonate a deity.
From a certain point of view?
We seem to be made to suffer. It’s our lot in life.
Would it help if I got out and pushed?
In my experience, there is no such thing as luck.
It’s a trap!
Rebellions are built on hope.
I sense much fear in you.
Do, or do not. There is no try.
May the Force be with you.
When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not.
You were the chosen one!
You can’t stop change any more than you can stop the suns from setting.
I suggest a new strategy, R2: Let the Wookie win.
Chewie, we're home.
Let the past die. Kill it if you have to.
The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am.
I am not a committee!
Who’s the more foolish: the fool, or the fool who follows him?
Fly casual.
Aren’t you a little short for a Storm Trooper?
I'm out of it for a little while and everyone gets delusions of grandeur!
It’s the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs.
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.
Why, you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking…nerf herder!
Never tell me the odds!
Into the garbage chute, fly boy!
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
I have a bad feeling about this.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.
I thought they smelled bad on the outside!
Great, Chewie. Great. Always thinking with your stomach.