Heard just south of Mos Eisley
Darth: Get in here, the game's about to come on the tube.
Luke: In a minute. The fondue is almost ready.
Darth: Why can't we just have beanies and weenies?
Luke: Because we had that last night.
Darth: Oh, yeah.
Darth: How's that new job going at Toshi station?
(Luke walks in with fondue, sets it on the living room coffee table, then sits on the couch next to Darth)
Luke: Some jerk yesterday wanted his money back for a blown power converter. I said I'd be happy to replace it if he had a receipt. He didn't have one and started giving me crap about it.
Darth: The nerve of that guy...
(Darth eats some fondue)
Darth: Damn, this is good.
Luke: Thanks. So anyway we got into this fifteen minute argument that he's going to call the senate business bureau and report me and all that. I'm just like what.. everrrrr...
Darth: (swallows food) Mmph. Yeah, that guy sounded like a pain in the ass.
Luke: Totally. The job has its good and bad days.
Darth: Anyone coming over to watch the game today?
Luke: Yeah, Ben's showing up. He's been wanting to see the Hutts get pasted in the series.
Darth: That ain't gonna happen. They're favored three to one.
Luke: Yeah, I know. Just don't tell him that.
Darth: (laughs) Right.
Luke: Later on Yoda's coming over to make dinner after he finalizes his deal with the realtor.
Darth: He's finally moving out of the mud hole?
Luke: Yep. He conned some guy into buying it.
Darth: What's he making for dinner if you don't mind my asking?
Luke: Root leaf.
Darth: Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me.
Luke: Listen, I said I'd let him, and--
Darth: (interrupts) No. n-o NO. I am not eating that stuff.
Luke: C'mon. Root leaf won't kill you. It's good for ya.
Darth: Yeah, good and awful. It tastes like a shag carpet.
Luke: Pop, listen. He's coming all the way from Dagobah. That's a really long way. I'm not about to tell him "Sorry, Pop doesn't like your cooking."
Darth: (sighs) Well, I'm not gonna like it.
Luke: Yeah, but you will eat it.
Darth: I suppose.
Darth: I never understood why you came back to Tattoine. This place is terrible. You should have gone to Coruscant.
Luke: (sighs) We've been over this...
Darth: Have you noticed it takes a freighter twelve more parsecs just to deliver mail here?!
Luke: Listen. I like the open atmosphere. I don't like the city. You know this.
Darth: Hey, I'm just saying...
Luke: Yeah, yeah... just watch the game.
Darth: Frickin' root leaf. I don't even know why I come here.