ANAKIN: Wow. Might want to crank up that oxygen feed. Looks like the kid's learned some new tricks since the last time.

VADER: Bah. I've forgotten more tricks than he's learned. When I was his age I could zip around at super-speed. Don't see him doing any of that, do you?

A: I don't see *you* doing any of that, either, old man. I'm telling you, Maul's laughing in his grave right now.

V: Oh, don't start with that again.

A: I'm just saying--

V: Please. The guy was a poser. "Oooh, look at me with my scary tattoos and my poor dental hygiene!" Come on, flossing those things wouldn't have killed him...

A: Yeah, yeah.

(Luke kicks Vader down the stairs. Vader tumbles down, crying out.)

A: Was that your ankle that just snapped?

V: Oh, he did *not* just do that.

PALPATINE: (cackling) Good. Use your agressive feelings, boy. Let the hate flow through you.

(Luke deactivates his saber, and Vader climbs back to his feet.)

A: Careful, there. You're more brittle than you used to be.

V: I'm the Chosen One. The Chosen One doesn't *do* brittle.

A: When did the Chosen One start talking about himself in the third person?

VADER: (aloud) Obi-Wan has taught you well.

LUKE: I will not fight you, father.

(Vader begins to climb the stairs.)

V: That should make this easier.

A: Whoa there, chief. We're trying to help the kid, remember?

V: No, *you're* trying to help him. *I* just got kicked down the stairs.

A: Am I going to have to start singing again?

V: You sing your heart out. It's time for daddy to take off the belt.

(Vader reaches Luke.)

VADER: (aloud) You are unwise to lower your defenses!

(Vader strikes, and the duel continues. Eventually, Luke backflips up onto a catwalk.)

A: Oh, now *that's* slick. Points to the kid for that one.

V: Adequate.

LUKE: Your thoughts betray you father. I feel the good in you. The conflict.

VADER: (aloud) There is no conflict.

A: Ha!

LUKE: You couldn't bring yourself to kill me before, and I don't believe you'll destroy me now.

VADER: (aloud)You underestimate the power of the Dark Side. If you will not fight, then you will meet your destiny.

(Vader throws his lightsaber, slashing through the catwalk supports and sending the structure crashing to the floor.)

A: See, now this is why room service always *hates* you.

PALPATINE: (cackling) Good. Gooooood...

(Vader starts down the stairs to continue the fight.)

A: There's still time to stop this, you know. You don't have to go through with it.

V: Hey, I'm just getting started.

A: Anyone ever told you you're just *way* too competitive?

V: Nobody who lived...

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