Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.
All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. I call it luck. Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.
Look, I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get a transport there to Mos Eisley or wherever you’re going. I’m trying not to, kid. Oh God, my uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? You mean it controls your actions?
I call it luck.
Partially, but it also obeys your commands. What?! I find your lack of faith disturbing. I want to come with you to Alderaan. There’s nothing for me here now. I want to learn the ways of the Force and be a Jedi, like my father before me.
- I’m trying not to, kid.
- Escape is not his plan. I must face him, alone.
- All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it?