A/N: May the 4th be with you :) Tiny dialogue prompts, in which every scene starts with the same line. Some characters named, some left for your guessing enjoyment

PROMPT:

"You smile too often."

"You smile too often."

Crossed arms, raised eyebrow. "Don't you have more, I don't know, diabolical things to do than count how often I smile?"

"You are a prisoner, my son."

Two raised eyebrows, hands folded behind the head. "Free food, eight hours of sleep a night, and nobody's shot at me in a week? I'm on kriffing vacation."

…

"You smile too often."

Cue scowl. "You said I should try to be more friendly—"

"With fellow Jedi, Anakin. You should try to be more friendly with fellow Jedi. The Pothri, however, evolved from a prey species."

"So what?"

"So bared teeth make them nervous."

"That's your point of view, Master."

"Actually, Padawan, that's their point of view."

…

"You smile too often."

"I smile too often."

"Yeah. Ever since you got back in the Senate. You smile all the time. At everyone."

"…that's what's been bothering you?"

Hand through hair. "It's just—it ain't you."

Arms crossed, lethal glower. "You're cute, hotshot, but you aren't the galaxy's final word on what, exactly, constitutes me."

"See, that's you."

…

"You smile too often."

Head ducked, green eyes venturing up through red strands. "I'm sorry, Master. I'll learn to do better."

"You certainly will, child, if you want to be of use to me."

…

"You smile too often."

"Can I help my charming personality and winning ways?"

"Gods, Calrissian, just keep a straight face for once. You're embarrassing me in front of the riffraff."

"I thought nothing could embarrass Mara Jade."

"Congratulations, you're in a class by yourself."

..

"You smile too often."

"But Aunt Rouge always tells me to—"

"Your Aunt Rouge is a refined lady and a gentle soul. Both of which are admirable things to be, Lelila, but which the jackals in the Imperial Court consider weakness."

"So what you're saying is, glare daggers at Grand Moffs."

Kneading forehead. "Lelila—"

"I think I'm going to like Coruscant."

…

"You smile too often."

"It's not like it's against the law, Your Majesty."

"I can change that, Sabé." Fingersnap. "Like that."

"You smile plenty!"

"Not in the Naboo Grand Parliament! It was on holovid! Some decoy you are!"

"Well, that's what you get for playing hooky."

…

"You smile too often."

Sarcastic beep.

"Don't get technical with me, you nearsighted scrap pile. Just because you don't have organic features doesn't mean you can't smirk."

Smug twitter.

"It's all Master Anakin's fault, I'm sure of it."

…

"You smile too often."

Another smile. "Misdirection."

"It does not become a Sith, young Sidious."

"I think deceit becomes a Sith very well."

"You are no very great Sith yet."

Flashing teeth. "All in good time...Master."

…

"You smile too often."

Cooing and giggling.

"I'd say you don't smile enough."

"I'm serious, Beru. He's got to learn not to be so trusting."

"Owen, he's eight months old!"

"Can't start 'em too early."

"Oh, go calibrate a vaporator, why don't you."

…

"You smile too often. That's your problem."

Breath in. Breath out.

"You want people to respect you, you gotta have a face of durasteel."

Slow, ponderous glare.

"It was a joke, Uncle D. You know, ha-ha?"

"Jest at your own peril, Jixton."

…

"You smile too often."

"Sir?"

"This is the premier dreadnought of the Imperial Navy. Try for some decorum, Ensign, unless you want Lord Vader to demote you."

"Yes, sir." Pause. "Can you be demoted when you're an ensign, sir? I mean, there aren't any lower ranks."

"Ensign, when I say 'demote'..."

…

"You smile too often."

"That is because I'm a very lucky and grateful man."

"Janson, did we not establish last week that this is the planet where Hell froze over? Did we not concur that we are the unluckiest sons of Hutts ever born? Did we not expressly state that we would all rather go skinny dipping on Mustafar than ride one more patrol on those damn tauntauns?"

"All very good points, Hobs my lad, but may I bring it to your attention that Solo got back from Ord Mantell this morning?"

"The hells does that have to do with the price of nerfsteak on Dantooine?"

"Remember that bet he lost? He paid up."

"Holy shavit! Is that an actual ryshcate?"

"It's actually mine is what it is."

...

"You smile too often."

Nervous fingers flutter. "I do?"

"Like a hyena, Mother. How much have you had?"

"I—I don't mean to reflect poorly on you—"

"How much?"

Silence.

"Lady Tarkin is unwell. Escort her home."

"Wilhuff—"

Furious whisper. "Senator Palpatine is going to be Chancellor someday soon and this is my best opportunity of gaining his patronage. You might have crippled Father with your drinking and spice and gods know what else, but you will not stand in my way. No one will."

…

"You smile too often."

"You say that like it's a problem."

"Cause it is one, kid."

"I'm over forty, Han. I'm not some wet-behind-the-ears farmhand anymore—"

"I know that, but people don't take you seriously when you're beaming at 'em like Tatooine's third sun!"

"I want them to not take me seriously." Sipping on blue milk, all innocence. Except the eyes. "That way, they don't see it coming."

Silence.

"When did you get to be such a sneaky dangerous bastard?"

"Learned from the best." Toast.

…

"You smile too often."

"Why does it bother you?"

"Because you don't have anything to smile about, Chirrut!"

"I have you, don't I?" Pause. "And—"

"Don't say it—"

"I have the Force. What more do I need?"

"Something is seriously wrong with your head."

Knowledgeable nod. "Yes. I have terrible eyesight."

If you have a prompt sentence idea, send it in! I am sadly short of writing time these days but little prompts are great way to keep my hand in.