I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them, and see to it personally, Commander.
Not tricks, Michael, illusions. As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it. I’m afraid I just blue myself. Bad news. Andy Griffith turned us down.