| A: You do realize that holding her is dangerous?
(Vader walks away, an officer in step beside him.) OFFICER: Holding her is dangerous. A: Is there an echo in here? OFFICER: If word gets out, it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the Senate. A: Yeah, what he said. V: (to officer) I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now, she is my only link to finding their hidden base. OFFICER: She'll die before telling you anything. V: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal. Then inform the Senate that all aboard were killed. |
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| A: Oh, like they're going to believe that.
V: Hey, they listened to Jar Jar that one time, didn't they? A: Oh, yeah. Politicians can be pretty foolish, huh? V: Yep. A: I mean, one of them actually married you. V: Yeah, that's- Hey! ---------------------------- |
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| ABOARD THE DEATH STAR:
(Vader steps into a turbolift. It begins to rise.) ANAKIN: Where are we going? VADER: To the detention level to interrogate the princess. A: You're not going to hurt her, are you? V: I am, yes. A: Why, man? She's a cutie! V: So what? A: Qui-Gon wouldn't approve. V: Qui-Gon was weak. A: He was awesome! He had that whole long-haired-hippy thing going on! V: He was a fool. Remember how he kept taking his bong out behind the pod-racer when he thought nobody was watching? A: He said it helped him get in tune with the Force! V: Riiight. If I'd followed in his footsteps, I'd be living on a diet of "herbal" brownies and trying to smoke anything I could set on fire... A: Well, we're just Mr. Bitter today, aren't we? V: We're Mr. Bitter every day. A: Yeah, I've noticed. And look what it's doing to your health! V: Being thrown into a fiery pit of lava had more to do with that, I think. A: Is that what happened? I'm still a little fuzzy on that. V: It is. And stop it. A: Stop what? V: You're trying to distract me from interrogating the princess. A: Is it working? V: No. A: Crap. V: I'm going to question her, I'm going to get the information I seek, and I'm going to crush the Rebellion and restore order to the galaxy. A: Well, it's all about you, isn't it? V: Actually, yes. George said so. home previous next |
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