1995, Allucquére Rosanne Stone, “Innocence and Awakening: Cyberdämmerung at the Ashibe Research Laboratory”, in George E. Marcus, ed., Technoscientific Imaginaries, p 192:
Reitherman had the reputation of being the baddest, meanest SOB in the computer management business; those who had worked under him were fond of referring to him as Jabba the Hutt. [. . .]
At eight A.M. word had arrived that Reitherman had taken over and that his goons were coming to clear the buildings. Everybody was fired. Harmon communicated it to the remaining lab people by announcing, "Jabba the Hutt is on his way."
1996, Allucquère Rosanne Stone, The War of Desire and Technology at the Close of the Mechanical Age, p 153
Tramiel had the reputation of being the baddest, meanest manager in the computer business; those who worked under him were fond of referring to him as Jabba the Hutt.12 [. . .]
At 8 A.M. word had arrived that Tramiel had taken over and that his goons were coming to clear the buildings. Everybody was fired. Hooper communicated it to the remaining lab people by announcing, “Jabba the Hutt is on his way.”
[endnote, p 200] 12. The term “Jabba the Hutt” was first used, appropriately enough, by a group from LucasFilm that was visiting Atari on an exploratory mission to see what the two companies might have in common in regard to interactivity research.
Assistant District Attorney Arthur Middlemiss disputed that, recounting testimony of Duke brokers who described Wang as a "Jabba the Hutt" who would march out of his office quoting war strategy books as he barked out orders.
It may be painful to remember that the latter day Elvis, he of the Las Vegas leer, became a besequined Jabba the Hutt, a virtual caricature of himself.
1999 October, Marian Keyes, “Time’s Arrow”, reprinted in Under the Duvet: Shoes, Reviews, Having the Blues, Builders, Babies, Families, and Other Calamities, HarperCollins (2003), →ISBN, page 199:
But now that will never be—it's too late for the gym to give me the perfect body. All it can do is stem the Jabba the Hutt tide. But it's fine. […]Anyway, wheel out the birthday cake, I feel a Jabba the Hutt moment coming on.
2000, Sheldon Siegel, Special Circumstances, Bantam (2001), →ISBN, page 11:
He nods in the direction of our client, Vince Russo, an oily-looking man about Joel's age who has jammed his Jabba the Hutt torso into the chair at the table next to Holmes.
2001, John Branch, "Quite eye-retching: Don't look now, but Ravens are still too much for Bronco", The Gazette (Colorado Springs, Colorado), 1 October 2001:
The line of scrimmage is clogged by a pair of Jabba the Hutts: defensive tackles Tony Siragusa and Sam Adams, a combined 670 pounds of mass.
2002, Tyler Hamilton, "Celebrate telecom? Graveyard tells it all", Toronto Star, 13 May 2002:
This Jabba The Hutt of the phone industry has gotten fat from the milk of Bell Canada, the corporate cash cow that gets almost-guaranteed nourishment from the citizens of Ontario and Quebec.
2002 October 16, RudyPAN, “Re: Star Trek Minimate Review”, in alt.toys.gi-joe[1] (Usenet):
>FANTASTIC IDEA! With double-diameter "Rosie" and "Rush" figures to >play school bus crash with!
Don't even say those two names in the same sentence! What if those two got close enough to each other to fall in love and mate? They might reproduce, and then we'd have all these evil little bi-polar Jabba the Hutts running around being all militantly republican and lesbian at the same time raising all kinds of hell.
Whether you run into them at the gift shop or the snack bar, treat them [overweight tourists] with respect. These glacier-paced, belly-rubbing Jabba the Hutts drive our national park system's economy!
2006, Sam Allis, "A Wide World of Sports Today: Look Overseas for the Main Events", Boston Globe, 9 July 2006:
The Olympics have become a huge, bloated, marketing organism, a Jabba the Hutt of a thing where bizarre sports are added to exploit yet another demographic.
Like bipedal Jabba the Hutts, fat white kids respect nothing but the almighty corn syrup, leaving lifeless beanbag chairs and McGriddle wrappers in their wake.
2008, Hadley Freeman, The Meaning of Sunglasses, page 117:
If the idea of wearing something voluminous sparks worries that people will assume you are Jabba the Hutt beneath the layers, take succor from the fact that your non-Jabba-esque legs will be on view, so people will probably have a good idea of your actual general shape.
2009, Theresa Rebeck, Three Girls and Their Brother, page 267:
[. . .] when this giant woman in a green dress told a fucking whopper about Kafka and a hooker. [. . .]
"I think she looks like Jabba the Hutt. I've been calling her Jabba the Hutt in my head. Don't you think she looks like Jabba the Hutt, or some science project, some science project gone hideously awry, in that green dress?"
In small towns that merely want a fire station out of this Jabba the Hutt of a stimulus package, that's about as much as they can ever hope for insofar as a return on the dollars their local taxpayers send to Washington, D.C.
2011, Lesley Platt Bannatyne, Halloween Nation: Behind the Scenes of America's Fright Night, Pelican (2011), →ISBN, page 82:
Sixty-five giant pumpkins rest in what can only be called herds: the three hundred pounders, the five hundreds, the eight hundreds, and then the real divas—giant pumpkins estimated to weigh more than one thousand pounds—lounging like a tent full of Jabba the Hutts on thick padded blankets as they wait for their turn on the scale.
As many of our dishes were VERY saucy, we wished we’d ordered more than one smallish portion of basmati rice (£1.85) between two. Thankfully, as we are Jabba the Hutts, we had emergency mopping-up carbs in the form of masala chips (£2) instead. Totes amazeballs, as the kids say.
Noun: "(figuratively or attributive) a corrupt person"[edit]
1999, Stephen A. Whitlock, letter to the editor, Daily News (Los Angeles), 9 February 1999:
What Jim Rogan is facing is a vitriolic campaign instituted by knee-jerk liberals to politically exterminate a man who had the courage to stand up for the truth against this Jabba the Hutt president.
2002 August 20, Wes Wilson, “Re: Post your fascinating facts here”, in alt.sixtyplus[2] (Usenet):
Thanks to God we still have Bob Dylan (a close call) - AND Thank God my instinct was to be afraid of pale people carrying needles and ultra expensive drugs - and get 'back to the land' when I did - phasing out of the ridiculously hopeless industry of 'rock and roll' (a bunch of 'Jabba the Hutts') which even sometimes used coccaine[sic] as a persuader to 'seal the deal' - when it became obvious to me to be the greedy corruption of all things 'good', sensible and viable - that it still appears to be even to this day.
Noun: "(figuratively or attributive) a person with a deep voice"[edit]
2007, David Talbot, Brothers: The Hidden History of the Kennedy Years, page 215:
"There is no reason that the people who ask that sort of question have a more elevated moral standing than us," he [Kissinger] intones in his guttural, Jabba the Hutt voice.
2013, Alexander Ortega, Chaos Baby EP review, Slug, Volume 24, Issue 292, April 2013, page 62:
The Spitfires succeed in varying their songs yet retaining their own sonic signature: “Shiny Things” bounces with staccato guitar notes akin to Thunderfist, and “Release the Dopamine” starts with a deep-voiced monster that sounds like a Jabba the Hutt version of the voice in Bad Religion’s “Delirium of Disorder,” and then builds into a dance beat and a Ramones quote, “Guess I better tell ’em/I ain’t got no cerebellum.”