What is your bidding, my master?

I want to shove my lightsaber up your death-star trench,
Cover your body with my Sith-lord stench.

Yes.

Did you sleep just like little Anakin? (?)
Then [bad word] you dirty like a dark Jedi can.

Juicy. Good.

Obi-Wan never told you, that just makes me harder.
Luke... I am your father!

When last we met, I was the catcher! Now I am the pitcher!
I find your lack of pubic hair disturbing.
I haven't felt this alive since Tatooine, the first time.

Sister? You have a sister?