Sorry about the mess

Greedo:

[In Huttese; subtitled]
Going somewhere, Solo? Han Solo:
Yes, Greedo. I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money. Greedo:
It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba's put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first. Han Solo:
Yeah, but this time I've got the money. Greedo:
If you give it to me, I might forget I found you. Han Solo:
[stealthily going for his blaster]
I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba... Greedo:
Jabba's through with you! He has no use for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser. Han Solo:
Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice? Greedo:
You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship. Han Solo:
Over my dead body. Greedo:
That's the idea. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. Han Solo:
Yes, I'll bet you have. Greedo:
I'll end you! [Greedo and Han fire at each other, with the latter blasting Greedo with his laser pistol, killing him instantly. Han then gets up from under the table and tosses the bartender a coin as he heads out of the Cantina] Han Solo:
Sorry about the mess