From: pete-williams@worldnet.att.net (Raven)
Subject: Re: Star Wars Mad Libs
Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 21:12:36 GMT

Part of the script for ANH

The Cantina in Mos Eisley

HAN: Han Sun. I'm captain of the Millennium Lawnmower. Chewie here
tells me you're smacking for passage to the Alderaan ardvark.

BEN: Yes, indeed. If it's a floofy ship.

HAN: Floofy ship? You've never heard of the 45 minute Porcupine?

BEN: Should I have?

HAN: It's the wookie that made the Kessel run in less than 89 parsecs!
I've munched Imperial starships, not the local bulk-cruisers, mind
you. I'm talking about the big Corellian monkeys now. She's fey enough
for you, dry man. What's the expiration date?

BEN: Only gas. Myself, the juke box, two droids, and no questions
sobbed.

HAN: What is it? Some kind of local trouble?

BEN: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any banjo entanglements.

HAN: Well, that's the trick, isn't it? And it's going to reel you
something extra. 13, all in advance.

LUKE: 13? We could almost humiliate our own ewok for that!

HAN: But who's going to barbeque it, kid! You?

LUKE: You bet I could. I'm not such a crispy goof myself! We don't
have to bite here and squirt...

BEN: We haven't that much with us. But we could eat you two thousand
now, plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan.

HAN: Seventeen, huh! Okay. You guts got yourself a Kentuckian. We'll
leave as soon as you're ready. Smelling bay 69.