Yoda: Hmm. That face you make. Look I so old to young eyes?
Luke: No, of course not.
Yoda: I do, yes, I do! Sick have I become. Old and weak. When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you
will not. Hmm? Soon will I rest. Yes, forever sleep. Earned it, I have.
Luke: Master Yoda, you can't die.
Yoda: Strong am I with the Force... but not that strong! Twilight is upon me and soon night must fall. That is the way of things ... the way of the Force.
Luke: But I need your help. I've come back to complete the training.
Yoda: No more training do you require. Already know you that which you need.
Luke: Then I am a Jedi?
Yoda: Ohhh. Not yet. One thing remains: Vader. You must confront Vader. Then, only then, a Jedi will you be. And confront him you will.
Luke: Master Yoda... is Darth Vader my father?
Yoda: Mmm... rest I need. Yes... rest.
Luke: Yoda, I must know.
Yoda: Your father he is. Told you, did he?
Luke: Yes.
Yoda: Unexpected this is, and unfortunate...
Luke: Unfortunate that I know the truth?
Yoda: No. Unfortunate that you rushed to face him... that incomplete was your training. Not ready for the burden were you.
Luke: Well, I'm sorry.
Yoda: Remember, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware. Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side are they. Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Luke...Luke...Do not...Do not underestimate the powers of the Emperor, or suffer your father's fate, you will. Luke, when gone am I, the last of the Jedi will you be. Luke, the Force runs strong in your family. Pass on what you have learned, Luke... There is... another...Sky...Sky...walker.
Yoda disappears, a single tear trickles down YIYF's cheek.