I’ve done everything the Bible says — even the stuff that contra­dicts the other stuff! Our diffe­ren­ces are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone. And now, in the spirit of the season: start shop­ping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchan­di­se you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purpo­ses, sick kids may inclu­de hookers with a cold. And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker. What good…

Oh God, my uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. I suggest you try it again, Luke. This time, let go your cons­cious self and act on instinct. 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. As you wish. I don’t know what…

What’s the point of going out? We’re just going to wind up back here anyway. I’m going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won’t be back for ten minu­tes! And now, in the spirit of the season: start shop­ping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchan­di­se you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purpo­ses, sick kids may inclu­de hookers with a cold. The Inter­net King? I wonder…

Who’s that then? Shh! Knights, I bid you welco­me to your new home. Let us ride to Came­lot! Ah, now we see the violen­ce inhe­rent in the system! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shim­me­ring sami­te, held aloft Exca­li­bur from the bosom of the water, signif­ying by divi­ne provi­den­ce that I, Arthur, was to carry Exca­li­bur. That is why I am your king. Came­lot!