Uncle Owen: What makes you say that?
Luke: I came across a recording while I was cleaning him. He says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi. I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he's talking about? I wonder if he's related to Ben.
Uncle Owen: That old man's just a crazy old wizard. Tomorrow I want you to take that R2 unit into Anchorhead and have it's memory erased. That'll be the end of it. It belongs to us now.
Luke: But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him?
Uncle Owen: He won't, I don't think he exists any more. He died about the
same time as your father.
Luke: He knew my father?
Uncle Owen: I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to prepare the new droids for tomorrow. In the morning I want them on the south ridge working out those condensers.
Luke: I think those new droids are going to work out fine. In fact, I was thinking about our agreement about my staying
on another season, And if these new droids do work out, I want to transmit my application to the Academy this year.
Uncle Owen: You mean the next semester before harvest?
Luke: Sure, there's more than enough droids.
Uncle Owen: Harvest is when I need you the most. Only one more season. This year we'll make enough on the harvest so I'll be able to hire some more hands. And then you can go to the Academy next year. You must understand I need you here, Luke.
Luke: But it's a whole other year.
Uncle Owen: It's only one more season.
Luke: That's what you said last year.
Aunt Beru: Where are you going?
Luke: Looks like I'm going nowhere.
Aunt Beru: He can't stay here forever Owen. Most of his friends have gone. It means so much to him.
Uncle Owen: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise.
Aunt Beru: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him.
Uncle Owen: That's what I'm afraid of.