V: Well...yeah, I suppose.
A: Am I the only one seeing that as a bad thing?
V: Listen, if it makes you feel better, just think of it as the not-quite-as-light side of the Force. Doesn't that sound nicer?
A: And what if Palpatine kills Luke?
V: Then...I get to keep my job. Yeah, that's it. Go me!
A: You are so warped.
V: What can I say? I'm a "glass is half-full" kind of guy.
A: *sighs* You're going to make me play hardball, aren't you?
V: What are you talking about?
A: Let me lay it out for you. If you don't stop Luke from striking the Emperor...you'll spend the rest of your life listening to me singing "The Ballad of Jar Jar Binks". Over and over and over again...
V: You. Wouldn't. Dare.
A: Try me.
A: "Oh, Jar Jar was a Guuungan, with big, long floppy earrrs..."
V: Grrr...
(Luke ignites his saber.)
A: "He swam around on Naboooooo for many, many yeeeeeears..."
V: Aaargh! Alright! Just this once!
(Luke brings his saber down toward the Emperor. Vader's blade is there to block it.)
A: There. Was that so hard?
V: Are you sure you're not the dark-side half in this arrangement?
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(Vader walks around in the shadowy underside of the Emperor's throne platform, looking for Luke.)
ANAKIN: Man, would it kill Palpatine to put some lights down here? Somebody's gonna trip over a cord or something.
LUKE: I will not fight you.
V: (aloud) Give yourself to the dark side. It is the only way to save your friends. Yes. Your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong.
A: Listen, there's still time to resolve this peacefully-
V: (aloud) Especially for...
A: just as long as you don't bring his twin sister into this.
V: (aloud) Sister.
A: D'oh!
V: So, you have a twin sister.
A: Oh, sure, act like you figured it out somehow. Me and my big mouth.
V: (aloud) Your feelings have now betrayed her, too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.
(Luke attacks furiously.)
A: Great...now he's pissed. Way to go, D.
V: Relax, I can handle this.
A: Please. The kid's got at least twenty years on you.
V: And I've got twenty years' experience on him.
A: Dude, I've got a bad feeling about this. This is gonna end with another body part getting sliced off; I just know it.
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