And I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.

No, I don't think he likes you at all.

You. I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol.

- Have you been in many battles? - Several, I think.

I suggest a new strategy, R2. Let the Wookiee win.

Help. I think I'm melting. This is all your fault.

I told him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning.

How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere in sight.

No. It's all right, but I think we'd better go.

Oh, boy. My uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this?

I said all systems have been alerted to your presence, sir.

but what should R2 and I do if we're discovered here?

- Great at getting us into trouble. - I didn't hear you give any ideas.

I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen.

- I have no need for a protocol droid. - Of course you haven't, sir.

Take these two to the garage. I want them cleaned up before dinner.

But I was going into Tosche Station to pick up some power converters.

I've got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move.

I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he's talking about?

Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity.