V: with their rock-and-roll music-
A: and their opposable thumbs...
V and A: (in unison) Bunch of hippies.
V: I've got more romance in my little finger than both of those two have in their whole bodies.
A: Yeah. Except when you're killing people.
V: But even then, I only kill people out of love.
A: Oh?
V: Yeah. I love killing people.
A: You old softie.
(From the center of the chamber, a huge cloud of steam hisses up, and the giant claw reaches down. With a snapping, crackling sound, the carbonite slab is torn free and lifted out. It thuds to the floor. Lando hurries over and checks the dials.)
V: (to Lando) Is he alive?
LANDO: Yes, he's alive...and in perfect hibernation.
A: Ha, ha! Told you it'd work!
V: Quiet...
(Vader hands Han over to Fett, orders the chamber reset for Skywalker, and then commands Lando to take Leia and Chewbacca to his ship.)
LANDO: You said they'd be left in the city under my supervision!
V: I am altering the deal; pray I don't alter it any further...
(Vader turns and departs the chamber.)
A: You fibber.
V: What?
A: You lied to Calrissian about Leia and the Wookiee. Twice!
V: Hello? Evil Sith Lord here. Not really caring...
A: And you wonder why you don't have any friends...
V: Yeah, yeah. So what? I've always got you, right?
(silence)
V: Hello?
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(Luke enters the carbon-freeze chamber and hears Vader's ominous breathing.)
VADER: (aloud) The Force is with you, young Skywalker...but you are not a Jedi yet.
(Luke walks up the steps to Vader; they ignite their lightsabers and the duel begins, Vader wielding his blade one-handed.)
ANAKIN: Oh, come on. One-handed? You're just showing off now.
V: Well...maybe a little. I'm the Sith Lord; I'm entitled to do that now and again.
(The lightabers continue to sizzle and clash.)
A: You know, I'm going to miss this place when we leave. Calrissian may be a fop, but he's got good design sense. All these cool blues and warm oranges...very mellow.
V: It is rather soothing. Perhaps I'll hire his decorator to do some work on the Executor.
A: Sweet.
V: But Calrissian isn't a fop. He's a dandy.
A: Oh? What's the difference?
V: If he were a fop, he'd be waving around a frilly handkerchief.
A: Hmmm...maybe. But that cape of his just screams "fop" to me.
V: Hey, I have a cape.
A: And if you're comfortable with that choice, who am I to judge?
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