Greedo: You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.

Han: Over my dead body.

Greedo: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to killing you for a long time.

Han: Yes, I'll bet you have.

Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of
light. Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as
the other patron look on in bemused amazement. Han gets up
and starts out of the cantina, flipping the bartender some
coins as he leaves.

Han: Sorry about the mess.

Due date set for February 2016 release of gitlab