LEIA —Thy vanity Hath puff’d up thine imagination. HAN —Aye? Then why dost thou yet follow me? Wert thou Afraid I would depart without a kiss? LEIA I would as eagerly kiss Wookiee lips. HAN That can arrangèd be. By heaven’s breath, A kiss would suit thee well!
Hath not a Sith eyes? Hath not a Sith such feelings, heart and soul, As any Jedi Knight did e’er possess? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you Blast us, shall we not injur’d be? If you Assault with lightsaber, do we not die?
But truly, what man doth not wear a mask? For all of us are maskèd in some way– Some choose sharp cruelty as their outward face, Some put themselves behind a king's façade, Some hind behind the mask of bravery, Some put on the disguise of arrogance. But underneath our masks are we not one? Do we not all wish for love, and joy, and peace?
Impressive, most impressive, worthy lad, Thine Obi-Wan hath taught thee well, and thou Hast master'd all thy fears. Now, go! Release Thine anger, for thy hate alone can strike Me down!
O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick’ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.
LUKE: O, what is life, and what our purpose here? Are living creatures made for pain and strife, Do we but walk our days upon the ground To perish without memory or fame? If so, what shall we seek whilst we yet like? Is brave adventure worthy of our time, Or should we seek the principle of pleasure?
HAN: 'Tis said that sometimes those who knew us in Our youth did know us best. From them we have No secrets and cannot pretend to be Another thing that what we are. They keep Our living honest, for they know who we Have been.
