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Qui-Gon: We'll handle this.
Padme: We'll take the long way.
Anakin: We gotta do something, Artoo! I'm trying to, I don't know where the trigger is! Whoops, wrong one. Maybe it's this one! Wait, here it is. Yeah!
Padme: Let's go!
Anakin: Uh, it's on automatic pilot! Try to override it.
Padme: We don't have time for this, Captain.
Anakin: Look, there they are! That's where the autopilot's taking us!
Jar-Jar:] Ah! Dumb droid. Ah! Get off, get off! Oh, ah!
Ric: The deflector shield is too strong!
Anakin: This is tense! Whoa! Artoo, get us off this auto-pilot, it's gonna get us both killed. You did it, Artoo! Okay, let's go left. I'll try spinning. That's a good trick. Aaah! I know we're in trouble. Just hang on!
Panaka: Ascension guns.
Jar Jar: Retreat! Retreat! Dis is nutsen. Oh! Uh-oh, big boomas! Ah! Ohh...! Ah! Help! Hey! Hey! Gimme a lift! Hey! Ohh...!
Jar Jar: Retreat! Retreat! This is nutsen. Whoa! Uh-oh! Big boomers! Whoa! Ah! Hey! Hey! Gimme a lift! Hey! Ah! Oh!
Tarpals: Jar Jar! Usen da booma!
Jar Jar: What? Mesa no have a booma!
Jar Jar: What?! Meesa no haven a booma!
Tarpals: Here, taka dis one.
Tarpals Jump Jar-Jar, jump!
PadmÃ©: Put down your weapons. They win this round.
Anakin: We're hit Artoo. Ahhh! I'm trying to stop! I'm trying to stop! Everything's overheated. Whoops, this is not good.
Tarpals: No given up, General Jar Jar! Wesa tink of something!
3B3-888: Hands up.
Jar Jar: My give up. My give up.