Sandstorm Script

HAN: I don't know. All I can see is a lot of blowing sand!

LEIA: That's all any of us can see.

HAN: (blinking) Then I guess I'm getting better.

The group huddles under the Falcon as the wind slightly dies down. Threepio hits a switch and the gangplank lowers.

HAN: (turning to LUKE) I've got to hand it to you kid, you were pretty good out there.

LUKE: (shrugging it off) I had a lot of help. Think nothing of it.

HAN: No, I'm thinking a lot about it. That carbon freeze was the closest thing to dead there is. And it wasn't just sleepin'- it was a big wide awake nothing!

LUKE nods, Chewie growls affectionately at him, mussing his hair. LEIA warmly hugs him.

HAN Why don't you leave that crate and come with us?

LUKE: I have a promise I have to keep first...to an old friend.

LUKE and Artoo take off in their X-Wing

HAN: (looking dubiously at LANDO, obviously remembering his friends betrayal and subsequent aid) Guess I owe you some thanks, too, LANDO.

LANDO: Figured if I just left you frozen like that you'd just give me bad luck the rest of my life, so I might as well get you unfrozen sooner or later.

LEIA: He means "You're welcome."

LANDO: Come on let's get off this miserable dust ball.