My ships personal robot butler never ceases to make me laugh. What I enjoy even more is that his relentless ass kissing is different on both Empire and Republics sides.
"A task, just for you? Oh, thank you, master!"
"I've taken the liberty of marking the best escape pod for your sole use. I of course will go down with the ship."
"Is there anything I can do for you master? A hot meal, perhaps? Conversation? Foot massage? Just say the word."
"I've lowered the caloric amounts given by the food processors. Some of your crew has been getting a little fat."
"One day the galaxy will learn to bow at your feet. By the maker I know I do."