(I don't own Star Wars. George Lucas/Disney owns Star Wars)
Post-ROTJ
"How about white?"
"For the bedroom? It's a little...boring. Maybe for the living room."
"I'm really not the man to ask about this. Key word being: man."
"Well, it's your apartment too. I want the rooms to be a colour that you'll like."
"Sweetheart, as long as those rooms contain you…and aren't orange, I'm happy."
"It's so weird."
"What?"
"We're going to be living together. In an apartment. Together."
"Well first we have to get married. And before that we have to sleep. And before that we have to spend a night apart getting drunk and rowdy."
"Oh, believe me I am there."
"So, how about you go eat some inappropriately shaped pasta and I'll go and see what happened to Luke. He's almost had a whole drink so I should keep an eye on him."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be the one in the white dress."
"I'll be the one constantly loosening my tie."
"Switching off the comlink now.…I can't wait."
"Me either, Princess."