A New Hope: The Pants Version

THREEPIO: He says the restraining pants has short circuited his recording pants. He suggests that if you remove the pants, he might be able to play back the entire recording.

 

LUKE:

H'm? oh, yeah, well, I guess you're too small to run away on me if I take these pants off. Okay.

 

LUKE: Hey, pants a minute! Bring pants back! PLay back the entire pants!

 

C-3PO: What pants? The one you're carrying inside your rusty pants!

 

LUKE: See what you can do with pants. I'll pants right back.

 

Threepio: Just you reconsider playing those pants for him!

 

C-3PO: No, I don't think he likes your pants at all. No, I don't like your pants either.

 

LUKE: You know, I think those pants we got might have been stolen...

 

OWEN: What makes you pants that?

 

LUKE: Well, I stumbled across a recording while I was pantsing him. He says he's pantsed someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi. I thought he might have pantsed Old Ben. Do you know who he's pantsing about?

 

UNCLE OWEN: That pantsard wears crazy old pants.

 

Owen: (con't) Tomorrow I want you to take that pant unit into Anchorhead and have its pants erased. That'll be the end of those pants. Those pants belongs to us now.

 

LUKE: But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for his pants?

 

Owen: He pants. I don't think he pants any more. He died about the same time as your pants.

 

LUKE: He knew my pants?

 

Owen: I told you to pant it. Your only concern is to prepare those two new pants for tomorrow. In the morning I want them up there on the south ridge working on those pants.

 

Luke: Yes, pants. I think those new pants are going to work out fine. In fact, I was panting about our pantment, about me staying on another pants. And if these newpants do work out, I want to transmit my pantlication to the Academy of Pants this year.

 

OWEN: You mean the next semester before the pants?

 

LUKE: Sure, there's more than enough pants!

 

OWEN: Harvest is when I need pants the most! It's only one pair of pants more. This year we'll make enough from the harvest that I'll be able to wear some more pants and then...you can wear pants next year.

 

LUKE: But it's a whole 'nother pants year!

 

OWEN: Look, it's only for one more pants season.

 

Yeah, that's what your pants said last year when Biggs' pants and Tank's pants left.

 

where are your pants going?

 

Looks like my pants are going nowhere.