[Int: Jabba’s throne room]
A cloaked LUKE SKYWALKER approaches JABBA THE HUTT.
JABBA: Ah, young Master Skywalker! I’m glad to finally meet you in person. I found your cover letter very intriguing. Did you know I met your dad back during the “Clone Wars” era once? I followed his career since he was on the podracing circuit. Smart kid.
LUKE: I must be allowed to spea—
JABBA: Of course, listen to me rambling on. Can I offer you something to drink? You must be parched. I’m having frog juice myself. So, I understand you’re here to bargain for Captain Solo?
LUKE: You will bring Captain Solo and the Wookiee to me.
JABBA: So we’re negotiating for the Wookiee too now? You’ve got cajones, kid. I like that. Tell you what, I think I’ve had Solo on my wall long enough to make my point. I’ll let him go for 60,000 credits. I’ll even throw in the sasquatch. You gotta admit that’s a pretty good price considering I just paid 35,000 for the Wookiee alone not 8 hours ago. But I like your style and these robots were actually a very thoughtful gift.
LUKE: …uh, oh.
JABBA: Something wrong, kid? We can work out an installment plan if you don’t have the cash on you.
LUKE: …it’s just… I didn’t really expect you to say yes. And I kind of need the droids back. I left my lightsaber in one of them.
JABBA: What the heck, kid? First you say you’re here for Solo, then the Wookiee, now you’re un-gifting the droids? Anything ELSE I can get for you?
LEIA: (clears throat)
LUKE: Yeah… she’s kind of my sister?
JABBA: You mean this chick who just tried to rob me last night?? I was cutting her a deal by letting her work off her debt as a server instead of calling the cops!
LUKE: Well, that outfit you put her in is highly misogynistic!
JABBA: It’s a standard waitstaff uniform around here. This place is a freakin’ oven! Why do you think I’m not wearing any pants??
