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| (Vader launches another attack.)
A: Whoa, calm down, chief! You want him alive, remember? Find your happy place! Find your happy place! (Vader severs Luke's hand.) V: Found it! |
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| (Vader lowers his blade.)
V: (aloud) There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you. (Luke begins crawling backward along the gantry, away from him.) A: Oh, man. It's all fun and games until someone loses an appendage. V: No, that's when the fun and games start. Besides, once he joins me, I can always take him out to get a new hand. Maybe a nice gold number like that arm I used to sport. A: That flashy, useless thing? V: Oh, c'mon! A brutha's gotta have a little bling-bling. A: A little what? What does that even mean? V: I don't know. It sounds cool, though, doesn't it? V: (aloud) Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy. A: Wow, when you put it like that it almost sounds reasonable. V: Almost? A: Well, the homicidal rampages kind of undercut your credibility. LUKE: I'll never join you! A: See? V: (aloud) If you only knew the power of the dark side...Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father. LUKE: He told me enough. He told me you killed him. A: Why, that lying sack of- |
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| V: (aloud) No. I am your father.
(Luke recoils in horror.) A: I don't think he's buying it, dude. LUKE: No! that's not true! That's impossible! V: (aloud) Search your feelings; you know it to be true. LUKE: Noooooo! Nooooooooo! |
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A: This is going well...
V: (aloud) Luke, you can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son! |
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| (Luke glances down into the chasm, and then looks back at Vader.) A: He's going to jump. Better hold onto your hat. V: He is not going to jump. That "Skywalker" thing isn't literal, you know. A: He is totally going to jump. And I'm not kidding about holding onto your hat; the way that helmet's wriggling around in the wind, it looks like your head's about to go airborne... V: Ten credits says that he doesn't do it. A: You're on. |
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| V: All right, we- Hey, wait a minute. You don't have any money!
A: Eh. You'll float me a loan, right? (pause) A: Buddy? (pause) A: Pal? ----------- home previous next |
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