TARKIN: The wench hath lied! Deceiving,
cut-throat girl,
Most cunning princess born of
Hell’s own heart!
Mots clés star-wars
- Be thou not technical with me,/Or else thine input valve may swift receive/a hearty helping of my golden foot.
Ian DoescherMots clés shakespeare
This golden droid has been a friend, 'tis true,/ And yet I wish to still his prating tongue!/ An imp, he calleth me? I'll be reveng'd,/ And merry pranks aplenty I shall play/ Upon this pompous droid C-3PO!/ Yet not in language shall my pranks be done:/ Around both humans and droids I must/ Be seen to make such errant beeps and squeaks/ That they shall think me simple. Truly, though,/ Although with sounds obilque I speak to them, I clearly see how I shall play my part,/ And how a vast rebellion shall succeed/ by wit and wisdom of a simple droid. [R2-D2]
Ian DoescherA plague on 3PO for action slow,/ A plague upon my quest that led us here,/ A plague on both our circuit boards, I say! [R2-D2}
Ian Doescher[Luke, holding stormtrooper helmet.] Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not,/ yet have I taken both uniform and life/ From thee. What manner of a man wert thou?/ A man of inf'nite jest or cruelty?/ A man with helpmate and with children too?/ A man who hath his Empire serv'd with pride?/ A man, perhaps, who wish'd for perfect peace?/ What'er thou wert, goodman, thy pardon grant/ Unto the one who took thy place: e'en me.
Ian DoescherTrue it is,/ That these are not the droids for which thou search'st.
-Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi
Mots clés star-wars
Thou truly art in jest. Art thou not small/Of stature, if thou art a stormtrooper?
-Leia Organa
Mots clés star-wars
O help/ Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art/ Mine only hope.
-Leia Organa
Mots clés star-wars
I pray thee, sir, forgive me for the mess/And whether I shot first, I'll not confess.
- Han Solo
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