Kim Soo-hyeon: I will kill you when you are in the most pain. When you're in the most pain, shivering out of fear, then I will kill you. That's a real revenge. A real complete revenge.
Darth Sidious: [to Separatists] I am sending you my new apprentice, Darth Vader. He will... take care of you.
Anakin Skywalker: [Through a hologram projector] The Separatists have been taken care of, my master. The Emperor: It is finished then. You have restored peace and justice to the galaxy.
Padmé: What if the democracy we thought we were serving no longer exists, and the Republic has become the very evil we have been fighting to destroy?
The Emperor: [to Darth Vader] Every single Jedi, including your friend Obi-Wan, is now an enemy of the Republic. Do what must be done. Do not hesitate. Show no mercy.
C-3PO: My lady, is there anything I might do? Padmé: No, thank you, 3P0. C-3PO: [walking away] I feel so helpless.
Jedi Youngling: [a group of younglings are discovered by Anakin] Master Skywalker. There are too many of them. What are we going to do? [with a cold, emotionless face, Anakin draws his lightsaber]
Padmé: Hold me, like you did by the lake on Naboo; so long ago when there was nothing but our love. No politics, no plotting, no war.
Padmé: Obi-Wan? Is Anakin all right? [Obi-Wan looks at her sadly and does not answer. He brushes her hair back. Padme drops back into unconsciousness]
Nute Gunray: [Anakin walks up to him] The war is over. Lord Sidious promised us peace. We only want... [Anakin strikes him down with his lightsabre]
Anakin Skywalker: You're going to need me on this one, Master. Obi-Wan Kenobi: Oh, I agree. Though it could turn out to just be a wild bantha chase.
Revenge is not a good thing. Revenge is like politics: one thing always leads to another until bad has become worse, and worse has become worst.
A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two. Two is enough. Two is enough because the adults are wrong, and their younglings are right. Though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.
Prince John: My trap is baited and set! And then, revenge! Ahh. [screams so loud it almost blows off Hiss' skin] Prince John: Revenge! Hiss: Shh! Not so loud, sire! Remember, only you and I know, and your secret is my secret.
[a large part of Greivous's ship breaks away] R2-D2: [beeps] Uh-oh. Anakin Skywalker: We lost something. Obi-Wan: Not to worry. We're still flying half a ship.
[Obi-Wan regains consciousness while hanging precariously inside an elevator shaft underneath Anakin] Anakin Skywalker: Easy! We're in a bit of a situation. Obi-Wan Kenobi: Did I miss something?
Darth Sidious: The end of the war is near. General Grievous: But the loss of Count Dooku? Darth Sidious: His death was a necessary loss. Soon I will have a new apprentice, one far younger and more powerful.
Obi-Wan: [General Grievous' ship is about to crash land] Can you fly a cruiser like this? Anakin Skywalker: You mean, do I know how to land what's left of this thing?
The best revenge is massive success.
Revenge writing is a female genre. Men who have been left by women or made cuckolds by rivals either lick their wounds in humiliated silence or start the Trojan Wars. Having no other power or public voice, the betrayed woman reaches for her pen.
At which Charion Pratt blushed girlishly, to her own furious embarrassment, yet the eye she cast upon the little coxcomb was not unlike that which a certain toad had once cast upon her: for there is never anything but apparent paradox in the choices ...
