Palpatine : One day all this will be yours, my young apprentice

Luke : What the curtains?

Vader: He just killed my Aunty.

Luke : I just want to sing...to sing...to sing....

We're Knights of the Jedi Temple,
We smell a bit like menthol,
We jump in the air and braid our hair
And sometimes don a wimple
We dress well here on Coruscant,
We wear brown gowns, cowls and yoga pants.

We're Knights of the Jedi Temple,
Our backflips are for-mid-able,
We play ball games and are given names
Quite unpronounc-e-able.
We're swingball mad on Coruscant,
We never cheat we’re impeccant

In speach cryptic and artful,
Quite incomprehensi-a-ble,
Between our quests in Gundark nests,
We dance like Shirley Temple.
It's a chaste life here on Coruscant,

I have to find a swamp to haunt.