Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.

Enter Han and Leia, in Revan Tower.

Han. He's using you.

Leia. How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself.

Han. I doubt it. He's way too old.

Leia. What? What? That's what you think?

Han. Yeah. That's what I think.

Enter Luke.

Leia. Well, you know the solution, then, don't you?

Han. Go on.

Leia. Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort.

Han. Well, that's completely off the point.

Exit all.