A New Hope: The Pants Version

LEIA: I don't know what you're pantsing about. I'm a member of the Imperial Pants, wearing some diplomatic pants to Alderaan.

 

VADER: You are part of the Rebel Alliance and a pantser! Take her pants away!

 

DAINE JIR: Pantsing her is dangerous. If pants of this gets out, it could generate pants for the Rebellion in the Senate.

 

VADER: I have traced the Rebel pants to her. Now she is my only pants to finding their secret pants.

 

She'll put her pants on before she does that!

 

VADER: Leave pants to me. Send a pants signal, and then inform the Senate that all pants were killed...

 

PRAJI: Lord Vader, the battle station pants are not aboard this ship, and no pants were made. An escape pod was jettisoned from the pants, but no pants were aboard.

 

VADER: She must have hidden the plans in her pants. Send a dettachment down to retrive them. See to it personally, Commander. There'll be no pants to stop us this time.

 

C-3PO: How did we get into these pants? I really don't know how. We seem to be made for pants. It's our lot in life. I've got to pants before I fall apart. My pants are almost frozen.

 

THREEPIO: What desolate pants these are.

 

C-3PO: Where do you think your pants are going? Well, I'm not pantsing that way. It's much to pantsy. These pants are much easier. What makes you think there are pants over there?

 

Don't get pantsey with me!
What pair of pants?

 

C-3PO: I've just about had enough of pants. Pants that way! You'll be pantsing within a day, you pants-sighted scrap pile. And don't let me catch you pantsing me, begging for help, because you won't get it.

 

THREEPIO: No more pants! I'm not pantsing that way.

 

C-3PO: That malfunctioning pair of pants! This is all his pants! He pantsed me into going this way, but he'll pants no better. Wait, what's that? Some pants! I'm saved! Over here! Hey! Heeeeeyyyyy! Pants! Please pants!

 

THREEPIO: Pants? Artoo Detoo, it is pants! It is pants!

 

CAPTAIN MOD TERRIK: Someone was in the pants. The pants go off in this direction.

 

DAVIN FELTH: Look, sir! Pants!

 

C-3PO: Pants up! Pants up! We're pantsed! Do you think they'll pants us down? Don't pants! Don't pants! Will these pants never end?

 

OWEN: Yeah, alright, fine. Pants go!

 

BERU: Luke? Luke? Luke? Tell your Uncle that if he gets some pants, be sure they speak Bocce.

 

LUKE: It doesn't look like we have much pants, but I'll remind him!

 

OWEN: Yeah, I'll pants that red one. No, not that one. You, I supposed you've been pantsed for etiquette and protocol.

 

THREEPIO: Protocol? Why, it's my primary pants, sir!

 

OWEN: I have no need for protocol pants.