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You must come along now, Artoo. There’s really nothing more we can do. And my joints are freezing up. Don’t say thing like that! Of course we’ll see Master Luke again. He’ll be quite all right, you’ll see. Stupid little short-circuit. He’ll be quite all right. Sir, all the patrols are in. There’s still no contact from Skywalker or Solo. Mistress Leia, Artoo says he’s been quite unable to pick up any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope. Your Highness, there’s nothing more we can do tonight. The shield doors must be closed. Close the doors. Yes, sir.

No, Threepio’s with them. Just hang on. We’re almost there. Mmmm. Oh, my. Uh, I, uh – Take this off! I, uh, don’t mean to intrude here. I, don’t, no, no, no…Please don’t get up. No! Stormtroopers? Here? We’re in danger. I must tell the others. Oh, no! I’ve been shot!

Lord Vader. You may take Captain Solo to Jabba the Hut after I have Skywalker. He’s no good to me dead. He will not be permanently damaged. Lord Vader, what about Leia and the Wookiee? They must never again leave this city. That was never a condition of our agreement, nor was giving Han to this bounty hunter! Perhaps you think you’re being treated unfairly. No. Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave a garrison here. This deal’s getting worse all the time.

Artoo expresses his relief, also. How are you feeling, kid? You don’t look so bad to me. In fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark. Thanks to you. That’s two you owe me, junior. Well your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a little while longer. I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it’s dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we’ve activated the energy shield. That’s a good story. I think you just can’t bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight.

No, I don’t have a landing permit. I’m trying to reach Lando Calrissian. Whoa! Wait a minute! Let me explain. You will not deviate from your present course. Rather touchy, aren’t they? I thought you knew this person. Well, that was a long time ago. I’m sure he’s forgotten about that. Permission granted to land on Platform Three-two-seven. Thank you. There’s nothing to worry about. We go way back, Lando and me. Who’s worried?