Disclaimer: I own nothing. But Eliot is on my Christmas list.
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Nate: Hardison, I'm not so sure about this.
Hardison: Come on Nate. You promised.
Nate: But do I have to wear the helmet?
Hardison: Of course! It wouldn't be Vader without the helmet.
Nate: (To Sophie) Why did I agree to this?
Sophie: Because it's his birthday. And I believe you said "I don't want to hear him whining about this every time we are on coms."
Nate: Oh. Right.
Sophie: Plus, I think you look good in black.
Nate: You look good. I look ridiculous.
Parker: Alec! (Comes in to the living room clad in a bikini) Why does she get to be the queen and I have to hear this?
Hardison: It's what Leia wears.
Parker: The whole time?
Hardison: Yeah…
Nate: (To Hardison) Wait, who are you again?
Hardison: (Proudly) Han Solo…speaking of which. Hey Eliot! (Bangs on the bathroom door) You done yet?
Eliot: I'm not coming out.
Hardison: Eliot! Come on!
Eliot: No! I look like Bigfoot!
Sophie: Actually I believe the correct term is Wookiee.
Eliot: (Comes out with clenched jaw) Fine. But you owe me Hardison.
Parker: Awe. I think you look cute. (Smiles)