"Well…", said Han, "I mean, you're great, Leia. But… you're Royalty, you know? Me, Lando and Luke are used to hardships. You, on the other hand, was raised with luxury and away from the regular people."
Leia didn't know if she wanted to punch him or burst into laughter.
"Luxury? Luxury? I spent my entire life fighting for the rebellion, traveling in diplomatic missions, being chased by Vader… Luxury! You know what I was doing when you and Lando were playing cards? I was fighting for the freedom of the galaxy! Do you think I had just learn how to use a gun when we meet? Oh, yes, you and Luke got to play with your ships but who was the one that hide the plans of the Death Star inside Artoo, huh?"
"OK…"
"Let me tell you who it wasn't: It wasn't you, it wasn't Luke and it certainly wasn't Lando Calrissian!"
"Yes…"
"You don't think I know people? I know much more than you'll ever know in a lifetime! I traveld almost the entire galaxy, I speak more than twenty languages, I've met countless of people and creatures of different background, gender and age. So if you think you're my first smugler, captain and/or man you are very mistaken, sir!"
Leia left the room, her cape waving behind her.