Greedo: I don't want to spoil the party, but ... going somewhere, Solo?
Han Solo: Yes, Greedo. I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money.
Greedo: You never give me your money.
Han Solo: Hell, you don't need it. Baby, you're a rich man!
Greedo: Rich, but lonely. Money can't buy me love.
Han Solo: I'll be on my way.
Greedo: You haven't got a good reason for taking the easy way out. You should have paid Jabba when you had the chance.
Han Solo: Try to see it my way ... we can work it out.
Greedo (pokes with gun): Get back!
(Han grabs his own pistol, shoots)
Greedo (dying): Help!
Han (smug): Happiness is a warm gun.
(Han Solo: Yes, Greedo. I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money.
Greedo: You never give me your money.
Han Solo: Hell, you don't need it. Baby, you're a rich man!
Greedo: Rich, but lonely. Money can't buy me love.
Han Solo: I'll be on my way.
Greedo: You haven't got a good reason for taking the easy way out. You should have paid Jabba when you had the chance.
Han Solo: Try to see it my way ... we can work it out.
Greedo (pokes with gun): Get back!
(Han grabs his own pistol, shoots)
Greedo (dying): Help!
Han (smug): Happiness is a warm gun.
drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 25 Jan 2011, 13:54,
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FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN don't encourage him;)
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 25 Jan 2011, 14:11,
archived)