A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person

Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes. Even between the land and the ship.

I'm not a nice person.

Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else -- and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?

Hmm. When's the next Olympics?

Nobody of importance has spoken to me yet. It's not Virginia. She was nice and respectful. Her staff was rude, disrespectful—all we wanted was some information to keep us calm.