Since I'm a man, I don't tear up, but if I were physically capable of discharging salty water from my tear ducts, then the following would probably be the most moving to me: Vader: Luke... help me take this mask off. Luke: But you'll die. Vader: Nothing... can stop that now. Just for once... let me... look on you with my *own* eyes. [Luke takes off Darth Vader's mask one piece at a time. Underneath, Luke sees the face of a pale, scarred, bald-headed, old man - his father, Anakin. Anakin sadly looks at Luke] (Great sad version of the Imperial March right here: first slowly and quietly on violins, then on a flute.) Anakin: Now... go, my son. Leave me. Luke: No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you. Anakin: You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right. [Anakin smiles meekly, then slumps down.] Luke: Father, I won't leave you. [Anakin dies, and Luke slowly reacts.] (Motif of the Imperial March plays once more, this time on a harp.) [Luke lowers his head, overwhelmed by sadness.] (BTW, what really makes this scene special is that the emotion arises from both joy and sadness at the same time.) A close second -- Padme's rumiminations: the scene in which Anakin and Padme think about each other before Anakin decides that he must protect Palpatine from Mace and the other Jedi.