ANAKIN: You know, I never really noticed before, but those turbolasers are friggin' huge!

VADER: That's why they're called *turbo* lasers.

(Vader shoots down the first X-Wing.)

A: Ohhhh. I thought it was just to make them sound cool.

(One of Vader's wingmen shoots down the next X-Wing.)

A: 'Cause everything sounds cool when you put the word "turbo" in front of it, have you ever noticed that? Turbolaser...turbolift...turbofudge...

(Red Leader launches his torpedo and veers up out of the trench as the explosion flares up on the surface of the station. Vader pursues.)

A: All right, let's go left!

V: Let's not.

A: Then...spin! That's a good trick!

V: No.

A: Come on! You've got this sweet, tricked-out TIE Fighter, and you're driving like a ninety-year-old grandmother!

V: Quiet. I don't need a back-brain driver.

A: Hey, just think of me as your psychic astromech.

V: How about if I don't?

A: Boop-blitta-bleep! Ha!

V: Besides, efficiency and performance are more important than flashy style.

(pause)

A: I did *not* just hear that.

V: EFFICIENCY AND PERFORMANCE ARE MORE--

A: Now you're just being snarky. I mean, where would Darth Maul be if he'd thought that way?

V: I don't know...ALIVE maybe?

A: Dude. What happened to the Hero of Naboo, huh? The kid who threw caution to the wind and flew *into* the Trade Federation ship and saved the day?

(Vader fires on Red Leader, who slams into the station and explodes.)

V: (chuckling) Now *this* is pod-racing...

A: Okay, that's just wrong, man...

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