Disney+ original film Star Wars: A New Hope was released May 25th, 1977.
The original #StarWars trilogy cleared $1.788B at the international box office.
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Luke Skywalker
Luke Skywalker is a humble farmer on Tattooine.
“Doesn’t look like we have much choice, but I’ll remind him. But I was going into Tosche Station to pick up some power converters. All right. Come on. And the red one. Come on. Well, come on, red. Let’s go. Uncle Owen. This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look. Uncle Owen? What about that one? Take this away. Okay. Let’s go.” — Luke Skywalker
“It just isn’t fair. Biggs is right. I’m never gonna get out of here. No, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this rock. Well, if there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from. You can call me Luke. Just Luke. Hello. You got a lot of carbon scoring here. Looks like you boys have seen a lot of action. You know of the rebellion against the Empire? Have you been in many battles? Well, my little friend, you got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a Starcruiser or… what’s this? Who is she? She’s beautiful. Is there anymore to this recording? Obi-Wan Kenobi. I wonder if he means old Ben Kenobi. I don’t know anyone named Obi-Wan, but old Ben lives out beyond the Dune Sea. He’s kind of a strange old hermit. I wonder who she is. Sounds like she’s in trouble. I better play back the whole thing. Oh, yeah. Well… I guess you’re too small to run away on me if I take this off. Okay. There you go. Wait a minute. Where’d she go? Bring her back. Play back the entire message.” — Luke Skywalker
“I’ll be right there, Aunt Beru. Here. See what you can do with him. I’ll be right back. You know, I think that R2 unit we bought might have been stolen. I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi. I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he’s talking about? I wonder if he’s related to Ben. But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him? He knew my father? Yes, sir. I think those new droids are gonna work out fine. In fact, I was also thinking about our agreement, about me staying on another season. And if these new droids do work out, I want to transmit my application to the academy this year. Sure. There’s more than enough droids. But it’s a whole ‘nother year. That’s what you said when Biggs and Tank left. Looks like I’m going nowhere. I have to go finish cleaning those droids.” — Luke Skywalker
“What are you doing hiding back there? Oh, no. How could I be so stupid? He’s nowhere in sight. Blast it! It’s too dangerous with the Sandpeople around. We’ll have to wait till morning. All right. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Boy, am I gonna get it. You know, that little droid’s gonna cause me a lot of trouble. Come on. There’s a droid on the scanner. Dead ahead. Might be our little R2 unit. Hit the accelerator. Hey, whoa! Just where do you think you’re going? No. It’s all right, but I think we’d better go. What’s wrong with him now? Sandpeople. Or worse. Come on. Let’s go have a look. Come on. Well, there are two Banthas down there, but I don’t see any… wait a second. They’re sandpeople, all right. I can see one of them now.” — Luke Skywalker
“Ben? Ben Kenobi? Boy, am I glad to see you. This little droid. I think he’s searching for his former master, but I’ve never seen such devotion in a droid before. He claims to be the property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he’s talking about? I think my uncle knows him. He said he was dead. You know him? Well, then the droid does belong to you. 3PO. Can you stand? We’ve gotta get out of here before the Sandpeople return. No, you’re not. What kind of talk is that?” — Luke Skywalker
“My father didn’t fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a spice freighter. You fought in the Clone Wars? I wish I’d known him. Sure. Go ahead. What is it? How did my father die? The Force? I saw part of a message… Alderaan? I’m not going to Alderaan. I’ve gotta get home. It’s late. I’m in for it as it is. I can’t get involved. I’ve got work to do. It’s not that I like the Empire. I hate it. But there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s all such a long way from here. Oh, boy. My uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you’re going.” — Luke Skywalker
“It looks like the Sandpeople did this, all right. There’s gaffi sticks, Bantha tracks. I’ve just never heard of them hitting anything this big before. These are the same Jawas that sold us R2 and 3PO. But why did imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas? If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to and that would lead back home.” — Luke Skywalker
“Uncle Owen. Aunt Beru. Uncle Owen. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There’s nothing for me here now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father. About three or four seasons. Go on, go on. I can’t understand how we got by those troops. I thought we were dead. You really think we’re gonna find a pilot here that’ll take us to Alderaan? I’m ready for anything. What? Why don’t you wait out by the speeder? We don’t want any trouble. Uh… I’ll have one of those. I’m sorry. I’ll be careful then. Aah! I’m all right. Ten thousand? We could almost buy our own ship for that. You bet I could. I’m not such a bad pilot, myself. We don’t have to sit here and listen…” — Luke Skywalker
“That’s okay. I’m never coming back to this planet again. All right. Give it to me. I’ll take it. Look at this. Ever since the XP-38 came out, they just aren’t in demand. What a piece of junk. Why don’t you outrun ’em? You said this thing was fast. Are you kidding? At the rate they’re gaining? What’s that flashing?” — Luke Skywalker
“Are you all right? What’s wrong?” — Luke Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
“Hello there. Come here, my little friend. Don’t be afraid. Don’t worry. He’ll be all right. Rest easy, son. You’ve had a busy day. You’re fortunate to be all in one piece. The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me, young Luke, what brings you out this far? Obi-Wan Kenobi? Obi-Wan. Now, that’s a name I’ve not heard in a long time. A long time. Oh, he’s not dead. Not yet. Well, of course I know him. He’s me. I haven’t gone by the name of Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born. I don’t seem to remember ever owning a droid. Very interesting. I think we better get indoors. The Sandpeople are easily startled, but they’ll soon be back, and in greater numbers. Quickly. They’re on the move.”
“That’s what your uncle told you. He didn’t hold with your father’s ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved. Yes. I was once a Jedi Knight, the same as your father. He was the best starpilot in the galaxy and a cunning warrior. I understand you’ve become quite a good pilot yourself. And he was a good friend. Which reminds me… I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn’t allow it. He feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damn-fool idealistic crusade, like your father did. Your father’s lightsaber. This is the weapon of a Jedi knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. An elegant weapon for a more civilized age. For over a thousand generations, the Jedi knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the old Republic before the dark times, before the Empire. A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi knights. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Jedi are all but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force. The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together. Now, let’s see if we can’t figure out what you are, my little friend, and where you come from. I seem to have found it.”
“You must learn the way of the Force if you’re to come with me to Alderaan. I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. That’s your uncle talking. Learn about the Force, Luke. You must do what you feel is right, of course. They didn’t, but we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side-by-side. Sandpeople always ride single file to hide their numbers. And these blast points, too accurate for Sandpeople. Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise. Wait, Luke. It’s too dangerous.”
“There’s nothing you could have done, had you been there. You’d have been killed too, and the droids would now be in the hands of the Empire. Mos Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious. They’re up for sale is you want them. You don’t need to see his identification. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for. He can go about his business. Move along. The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded. Most of the best freighter pilots are to be found here. Only watch your step, this place can be a little rough. This little one’s not worth the effort. Come, let me get you something. Chewbacca here is first mate on a ship that might suit us. Yes, indeed, if it’s a fast ship. Should I have? Only passengers. Myself, the boy, two droids… and no questions asked. Let’s just say we’d like to avoid any imperial entanglements. We can pay you 2,000 now, plus 15 when we reach Alderaan. Ninety-four.”
“You’ll have to sell your speeder. It’ll be enough. If the ship’s as fast as he’s boasting, we ought to do well. How long before you can jump to light speed? I felt a great disturbance in the Force as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened. You’d better get on with your exercises.”
Han Solo
“Han Solo. I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon. Chewie here tells me you’re looking for passage to the Alderaan system. Fast ship? You’ve never heard of the Millennium Falcon? It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs. I’ve outrun imperial starships. Not the local bulk cruisers, mind you. I’m talking about the big Corellian ships now. She’s fast enough for you, old man. What’s the cargo? What is it, some kind of local trouble? Well, that’s the real trick, isn’t it? And it’s gonna cost you something extra. Ten thousand, all in advance. But who’s gonna fly it, kid? You? Seventeen? Okay, you guys got yourselves a ship. We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready. Docking Bay 94. Looks like somebody’s beginning to take an interest in your handiwork.”
“Seventeen thousand. Those guys must really be desperate. This could really save my neck. Get back to the ship, get it ready. Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba that I’ve got his money. Yeah, but this time I’ve got the money. I don’t have it with me. Tell Jabba… even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice? Over my dead body. I’ll bet you have. Sorry about the mess.”
“Right here, Jabba. I’ve been waitin’ for you. You didn’t think I was gonna run, did you? Jabba, the next time you wanna talk to me, come see me yourself. Don’t send one of these twerps. Look, Jabba, even I get boarded sometimes. You think I had a choice? But I got a nice, easy charter. I’ll pay ya back, plus a little extra. I just need a little more time. Fifteen, Jabba. Don’t push it. Jabba, you’re a wonderful human being. She’ll make .5 past light speed. She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid. I’ve made a lot of special modifications myself. But we’re a little rushed, so if you’ll just get on board, we’ll get outta here. Chewie, get us out of here! Looks like an imperial cruiser. Our passengers must be hotter than I thought. Hold ’em off. Angle the deflector shields while I make the calculations for the jump to light speed. Stay sharp. There’s two more comin’ in. They’re gonna try and cut us off. Watch your mouth or you’re gonna find yourself floating home. We’ll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I know a few maneuvers. We’ll lose ’em. Here’s where the fun begins. It’ll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navicomputer. Traveling through hyperspace ain’t like dustin’ crops, boy. Without precise calculations, we’d fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova, and that would end your trip real quick. We’re losing a deflector shield. Go strap yourselves in. I’m gonna make the jump to light speed.”
“You can forget your troubles with those imperial slugs. I told you I’d outrun them. Don’t everybody thank me at once. Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about 0200 hours.”
Princess Leia
“Darth Vader. Only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit still for this. When they hear you’ve attacked a diplomatic… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan.”
“Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
“General Kenobi, years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request to you in person. But my ship has fallen under attack and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
“Governor Tarkin. I should have expected to find you holding Vader’s leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board. I’m surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. No. Alderaan is peaceful. We have no weapons. You can’t possibly. Dantooine. They’re on Dantooine. What? No!”
Lord Vader
“Where are those transmissions you intercepted? What have you done with those plans? If this is a consular ship, where is the ambassador? Commander, tear this ship apart until you’ve found those plans! And bring me the passengers! I want them alive! Don’t act so surprised, Your Highness. You weren’t on any mercy mission this time. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you. You are part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor. Take her away! I have traced the rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed. She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally, Commander. There’ll be no one to stop us this time.”
“The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. I find your lack of faith disturbing. As you wish.”
“Now, Your Highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden rebel base. Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable. It’ll be some time before we can extract any information from her. What do you mean?”
C-3PO
“Did you hear that? They shut down the main reactor. We’ll be destroyed for sure. This is madness. We’re doomed. What’s that? R2-D2, where are you? At last. Where have you been? They’re heading in this direction. What are we going to do? We’ll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel or smashes into who knows what. Wait a minute. Where are you going? hey. You’re not permitted in there. It’s restricted. You’ll be deactivated for sure. Don’t me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease. Come out, before somebody sees you. Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I’m not getting there. I’m going to regret this. That’s funny. The damage doesn’t look as bad from out here. Are you sure this thing is safe?”
“How did we get into this mess? I really don’t know how. We seem to be made to suffer. It’s our lot in life. I’ve got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen. What a desolate place this is. Where do you think you’re going. Well, I’m not going that way. It’s much too rocky. This way is much easier. What makes you think there are settlements over there? Don’t get technical with me. What mission? What are you talking about? I’ve just about had enough of you. Go that way. You’ll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile. And don’t let me catch you following me, begging for help because you won’t get it. No more adventures. I’m not going that way. That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault. He tricked me into going this way, but he’ll do no better. Wait. What’s that? A transport. I’m saved. Over here! Hey! Hey! Help! Please help! R2? R2-D2, it is you! It is you!”
“We stopped. Wake up. Wake up! We’re doomed. Do you think they’ll melt us down? Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot. Will this never end? Protocol? Why, it’s my primary function, sir. I am well-versed in all the customs… of course you haven’t, sir. Not in an environment such as this. That’s why I’ve been programmed… vaporators? Sir, my first job was programming binary load lifters, very similar to your vaporators in most respects. Of course I can, sir. It’s like a second language to me. Shutting up, sir. Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in prime condition, a real bargain. You’ll be pleased with that one, sir. He really is in first-class condition. I’ve worked with him before. Here he comes. Now, don’t you forget this. Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity.”
“Thank the maker. This oil bath is going to feel so good. I’ve got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move. Is there anything I might do to help? I don’t think so, sir. I’m only a droid and not every knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyway. As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure which planet I’m on. I see, sir. I see, Sir Luke. And I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. And this is my counterpart, R2-D2. With all we’ve been through, sometimes I’m, amazed we’re in as good condition as we are, what with the rebellion and all. That’s how we came to be in your service, if you take my meaning, sir. Several, I think. Actually, there’s not much to tell. I’m not much of an interpreter and not very good at telling stories. Well, not at making them interesting, anyway. ‘What is what?’ He asked you a question. What is that? Oh. He says it’s nothing, sir, merely a malfunction. Old data. Pay it no mind. I’m afraid I’m not quite sure, sir. I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of some importance, I believe. Our captain was… behave yourself, R2. You’re going to get us into trouble. It’s all right. You can trust him. He’s our new master. He says he’s the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a resident of these parts, and it’s a private message for him. Quite frankly sir, I don’t know what he’s talking about. Our last master was Captain Antilles. But with all we’ve been through, this little R2 unit has become a bit eccentric. I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he’s talking about? He says the restraining bolt has short-circuited his recording system. He suggests that if you remove the bolt, he might be able to play back the entire recording. ‘What message?’ The one you’ve just been playing. The one you’re carrying inside your rusty innards.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight flutter. Just you reconsider playing that message for him. No, I don’t think he likes you at all. No, I don’t like you either.”
“It wasn’t my fault, sir. Please don’t deactivate me. I told him not to go, but he’s faulty, malfunctioning. Kept babbling on about his mission. That R2 unit has always been a problem. These astro droids are getting quite out of hand. Even I can’t understand their logic at times. Pardon me, sir, but couldn’t we go after him? Oh, he excels at that, sir. Master Luke is your rightful owner now. We’ll have no more of this Obi-Wan Kenobi gibberish. Don’t talk to me of your mission either. You’re fortunate he doesn’t blast you into a million pieces right here. There are several creatures approaching from the southeast.”
“Where am I? I must have taken a bad step. I don’t think I can make it. You go on, Master Luke. There’s no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I’m done for. Sir, if you’ll not be needing me, I’ll close down for a while.”
“I can’t abide those Jawas. Disgusting creatures. Come along, R2. I heartily agree with you, sir. I don’t like the look of this. Lock the door, R2. I would much rather have gone with you Master Luke than stay here with you. I don’t know what this trouble is about, but I’m sure it must be your fault. You watch your language. Hello, sir. Oh, my. I’d forgotten how much I hate space travel. Now be careful, R2. He made a fair move. Screaming about it can’t help you.”
The Skywalkers
“Fine. Let’s go. Luke! Luke! Luke, tell your uncle if he gets a translator, be sure it speaks Bocce. Yeah, we’ll take that red one. No, not that one. You. I don’t suppose you’re programmed for etiquette and protocol. I have no need for a protocol droid. What I really need is a droid who understands the binary language of moisture vaporators. Can you speak Bocce? All right. Shut up. I’ll take this one. Luke! Take these two over to the garage, will you? I want them cleaned up before dinner. You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done. Now come on. Get to it. Yeah? Hey, what are you trying to push on us? Yeah? What about that blue one? We’ll take that one.”
“Luke! Luke! What makes you think that? That wizard’s just a crazy old man. Tomorrow, I want you to take that R2 unit to Anchorhead and have its memory erased. That’ll be the end of it. It belongs to us now. He won’t. I don’t think he exists anymore. He died about the same time as your father. I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to prepare those new droids for tomorrow. In the morning, I want them up there on the south ridge, working on those condensers. You mean next semester before the harvest? Harvest is when I need you the most. It’s only one season more. This year we’ll make enough on the harvest that I’ll be able to hire some more hands and then you can go to the academy next year. You must understand I need you here, Luke. It’s only one more season. Where are you going? Owen, he can’t stay here forever. Most of his friends have gone. It means so much to him. I’ll make it up to him next year. I promise. Luke’s just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him. That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Luke, I’m shutting the power down. Luke? Luke? Luke! Have you seen Luke this morning? He said he had some things to do before he started today, so he left early. Did he take those new droids with him? I think so. He better have those units in the south range repaired by midday or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Stormtroopers
“The Death Star plans are not in the main computer. There’s one. Set for stun. She’ll be all right. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner.”
“Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this direction. Look, sir. Droids.”
“How long have you had these droids? Let me see your identification. We don’t need to see his identification. These aren’t the droids we’re looking for. You can go about your business. Move along. Move along.”
“All right. We’ll check it out. All right. Check this side of the street. The door’s locked. Move on to the next one. Which way? All right, men, load your weapons. Stop that ship. Blast them.”
The Empire
“There goes another one. Hold your fire. There’s no life-forms. It must have short circuited. Holding her is dangerous. If word of this gets out, it could generate sympathy for the rebellion in the senate. She’ll die before she’ll tell you anything. Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not aboard this ship and no transmissions were made. An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting, but no life-forms were aboard. Yes, sir.”
“Until this battle station is fully operational, we are vulnerable. The rebel alliance is too well equipped. They’re more dangerous than you realize. Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander, not to this battle station. The rebellion will continue to gain support in the Imperial Senate… that’s impossible. How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy? And what of the rebellion? If the rebels have obtained a complete technical readout of this station. It is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness and exploit it.”
“Any attack made by the rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they’ve obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it. Don’t try to frighten us with your sorcerer’s ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels’ hidden fortress…”
“The final checkout is completed. All systems are operational. What course shall we set? With pleasure. We’ve entered the Alderaan system. Commence primary ignition.”
Grand Moff Tarkin
“The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I’ve just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the old Republic have been swept away. The regional governors now have direct control over their territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle station. Enough of this. Vader, release him. This bickering is pointless. Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the rebel fortress by the time this station is operational. We will then crush the rebellion with one swift stroke.”
“Perhaps she would respond to an alternative form of persuasion. I think it is time we demonstrated the full power of this station. Set your course for Alderaan.”
“Charming to the last. You don’t know how hard I found it signing the order to terminate your life. Princess Leia, before your execution, I would like you to be my guest at a ceremony that will make this battle station operational. No star system will dare oppose the Emperor now. Not after we demonstrate the power of this station. In a way, you have determined the choice of the planet that’ll be destroyed first. Since you are reluctant to provide us with the location of the rebel base, I have chosen to test this station’s destructive power on your home planet of Alderaan. You would prefer another target? A military target? Then name the system. I grow tired of asking this, so it will be the last time. Where is the rebel base? There. You see, Lord Vader? She can be reasonable. Continue with the operation. You may fire when ready. You’re far too trusting. Dantooine is too remote to make an effective demonstration. But don’t worry. We will deal with your rebel friends soon enough.”
Rebel Alliance
“We intercepted no transmissions. This is a consular ship. We’re on a diplomatic mission.”
Chewbacca
“Grrr… argh!”
Jabba the Hut
“Solo! Come out of there, Solo! Have you now. Han, my boy, you disappoint me. Why haven’t you paid me and why did you fry poor Greedo? Han, I can’t make exceptions. What if everyone who smuggled for me dropped their cargo at the first sign of an imperial starship? It’s not good business. Han, my boy, you’re the best. So, for an extra twenty percent… okay, fifteen percent. But if you fail me again, I’ll put a price on your head so big you won’t be able to go near a civilized system. Come on!”
Cantina
“Hey. We don’t serve their kind here. Your droids, they’ll have to wait outside. We don’t want them here. He doesn’t like you. I don’t like you either. You just watch yourself. We’re wanted men. I have the death sentence on 12 systems. You’ll be dead!”
“Going somewhere, Solo? It’s too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba’s put a price on your head so large every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I’m lucky I found you first. If you give it to me, I might forget I found you. Jabba’s through with you. He has no time for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser. You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship. That’s the idea. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
