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.
