- C-3PO: There it is, Artoo. Our new home. The peaceful planet of Biitu. Remember, if you behave yourself, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe he'll give you a job as well.
- Droid bartender: Welcome to the Biitu Droid harem. Our master, the Great Heep, wants you R2 units to relax and enjoy yourselves.
- Admiral Screed: Greetings, Heep. Is the first batch of fuel ore ready to load?
- Great Heep: The shipment is ready. I will order it to be loaded at once.
- Admiral Screed: Excellent. The Emperor will be pleased.
- Admiral Screed: I'll be taking you back in hibernation.
- Mungo Baobab: What?
- Admiral Screed: The Emperor doesn't want to lose such a valuable prisoner.
- [to the Great Heep]
- Admiral Screed: Let's go.
- [is carried off]
- Mungo Baobab: The only way off Biitu is going to be on your ship. But not in hibernation.
- Mungo Baobab: [pretending to be a protocol droid] Oh, there you are, finally! I've been looking all over the place for you management people. Do you have any idea what a dry environment like this can do to a servo joint? Nooooo, of course not.
- Mungo Baobab: What's that little device, Threepio?
- C-3PO: Hm? Oh, ehm it's a sonic capsule, sir. It was a, a birthday present from Artoo.
- [turns it on to hear Artoo bleeping]
- C-3PO: Gentle sir, have mercy. I'm too young to be recycled. I, I, I, I mean too old, much too old. I swear, if you saw the tragic state of my inner workings it would make your gyros curl.
- C-3PO: Oh, how humiliating. I am not programmed to carry such a load. My joints are being crushed. The Heep's treatment of us is most undiplomatic.
- Great Heep: Screed, you incompetent fool!
- Admiral Screed: Me? You, lumbering junkheep. If you weren't so wrapped up with your Droid harem, none of this would have happened!
- Great Heep: Tiny minded Imperial twit!