To your stations!
Come with me. Close all outboard shields! Close all outboard shields! Yes. We’ve captured a freighter entering the remains of the Alderaan system. It’s markings match those of a ship that blasted its way out of Mos Eisley. They must be trying to return the stolen plans to the princess. She may yet be of some use to us. Unlock one-five-seven and nine. Release charges. There’s no one on board, sir. According to the log, the crew abandoned ship right after takeoff. It must be a decoy, sir. Several of the escape pods have been jettisoned.
Well, 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 saw part of the message he was… I seem to have found it.
We don’t serve their kind here! What? Your droids. They’ll have to wait outside. We don’t want them here. Listen, why don’t you wait out by the speeder. We don’t want any trouble. I heartily agree with you sir. Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!? He doesn’t like you. I’m sorry. I don’t like you either You just watch yourself. We’re wanted men. I have the death sentence in twelve systems. I’ll be careful than. You’ll be dead. This little one isn’t worth the effort. Come let me buy you something…
Holding her is dangerous.
If word of this gets out, it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the senate. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to find their secret base! She’ll die before she tells you anything. Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed! 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. 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. Yes, sir.
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! Help! Please, help! Artoo-Detoo! It’s you! It’s you!
Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable. It will be some time before we can extract any information from her. The final check-out is complete. All systems are operational. What course shall we set? Perhaps she would respond to an alternative form of persuasion. What do you mean? I think it is time we demonstrate the full power of this station. Set your course for Princess Leia’s home planet of Alderaan. With pleasure.
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 what we’ve been through, this little R2 unit has become a bit eccentric. Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means old Ben Kenobi? I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he’s talking about? Well, 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. It sounds like she’s in trouble. I’d better play back the whole thing.
Lock the door, Artoo.
All right, check that side of the street. It’s secure. Move on to the next door. I would much rather have gone with Master Luke than stay here with you. I don’t know what all the trouble is about, but I’m sure it must be your fault. You watch your language!
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! Help! Please, help! Artoo-Detoo!
It’s you! It’s you!
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. H’m? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you’re too small to run away on me if I take this off! Okay. There you go. Well, wait a minute. Where’d she go? Bring her back! Play back the entire message. What message? The one you’re carrying inside your rusty innards! Luke? Luke! Come to dinner! All right, I’ll be right there, Aunt Beru. I’m sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight flutter. Well, see what you can do with him. I’ll be right back. 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.