Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, Han, and Qui-Gon.
Han waits back, as Luke speaks to Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon. Ah, yes. Let me see. How about twenty hundred hours on Zhellday evening? The Galactic History should be large enough. I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this. We can't bring a real Tusken into the Temple to practice on. . . .
Exit Qui-Gon.
Han. Still looks ill, doesn't he? What do you reckon is the matter with him?
Enter Leia.
Leia. Tuh.
Han. And what are you tutting us for?
Leia. Nothing.
Han. Yes. You were. I said, "What do you reckon is the matter with him," and you . . .
Leia. Well, isn't it obvious?
Han. If you don't want to tell us, don't.
Leia. Fine.
Exit Leia.
Han. She doesn't know. She's just trying to get us to talk to her again.
Exit all.