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It's been ten years.
It's over, Anakin. I have the high ground.
REVA: All we want is information.
(SHOUTING)
You were once a great Jedi.
Great.
You just have to find yours.
That way, when you reach for anything,
Luke?
Now, if he were smart, he'd keep moving, but the Jedi Code is like an itch.
The Jedi will hunt himself.
Well, your guard then? Or a bounty hunter?
Yes, Grand Inquisitor.
We're not under the Empire's...
PADMÉ: I know there's…
(IN JAWAESE)
You hunt Jedi.
He's still alive.
They don't want anybody to know about you because you're not one of us.
MAN 3: Hi, Princess.
you think of us.
It's important.
(SPACECRAFT WHIRRING)
Stand down, Third Sister.
(GROANS)
There will be sweetmallows at the reception after.
Something you want to say?
Then I guess I don't need manners when I'm talking to you.
I mean it.
(VELTI GROANING)
What are you doing here, Obi-Wan?
It's the past.
(GRUNTING)
Plus, imagine the look on your cousin's face
(WHIRS)
No? Trader, maybe?
Master?
Only you know how important she really is, Obi-Wan.
You underestimate my need for insulin
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
Is he okay?
As wise as Master Yoda
(CROWD GASPING)