Obi-Wan Kenobi: [To Anakin.] Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?
Junkie: Do you wanna buy some death sticks?
Obi-Wan Kenobi: You don't want to sell me death sticks.
Junkie: I don't want to sell you death sticks.
Obi-wan Kenobi: You want to go home and rethink your life.
Junkie: I want to go home and rethink my life.
Count Dooku: Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now... It is finished.
Count Dooku: Master Kenobi, you disappoint me. Yoda holds you in such high esteem. Surely you can do better.
Count Dooku: It is obvious that this contest cannot be decided by our knowledge of the Force... But by our skills with a lightsaber.
Count Dooku: What if I told you that the Republic was now under the control of a dark lord of the Sith?
Obi-Wan: No, that's not possible. The Jedi would sense it.
Count Dooku: The Dark Side has clouded their vision. Hundreds of senators are now under the influence of a Sith lord called Darth Sidious.
Anakin Skywalker: I have a bad feeling about this.
Obi-Wan Kenobi: Well you've lost him.
Anakin Skywalker: I'm deeply sorry, Master...
Obi-Wan Kenobi: That was some "shortcut", Anakin. He went completely the other way! Once again you've proved...
Anakin Skywalker: If you'll excuse me. [Jumps out of the speeder.]
Obi-Wan Kenobi: I hate it when he does that.