lost 'em, right?
Yeah, we lost them for now, but we
cannot run around this place all night.
[R2-D2 Beeps]
[Gasps]
Guys!
We're /n the motherboard.
We're /n.
- George Lucas's office.
- George Lucas's office!
Holy sh/t. Oh, wow.
We're- We're-
- Oh, my God.
- We're /n the motherboard.
You guys need to see this.
You guys need to see this. Look.
- [Gasps]
- [W/ndows] Holy Hothl
- I think this is it. I think this is it.
- Oh, my God.
Play it. Play it.
Hey, get over here.
Come on.
[Tapp/ng Keyboard]
- ¶¶ [Theme]
- The crawl!
[W/ndows]
The crawll
- Oh, my God.
- ¶¶ [Continues]
[Doorknob Rattl/ng]
Come on! Come on!
[Whimpering]
- Here you are.
- Yeah.
[Whimpering]
That hooker in Vegas gave me something.
What?
The truth.
I'm in love with you and, uh-
I love you too.
- [Man] Stand back.
- [Hutch Pant/ng]
- Okay, on your feet!
- Us?
- Yeah! Come on up! On your feet!
- Get on outta here! Come on!
Nowl Get on your feetl
Yeah, get on your feet!
Who the hell are these people?
- And l/ne up aga/nst the wall, all of youl
- Back against the wall!
Get up! What are you talkin' about? Hey!
Step away from the Millennium Falcon
and l/ne up aga/nst the wall.
- Now!
- Oh.
- Oh, God.
- Linus, what are you doing, man?
I'm feeling crazy right now.
- Dude, do you have any idea
how valuable that thing is?
- Not a good idea.
Put /t down. Come on.
Put /t down nowl
You guys stand up against the wall,
or I will smash this thing into a billion pieces!
I w/ll.
I w/ll smash th/sl
- No.
- What, you think I won't?
- No, I don't.
- No, you don't, you think that I won't...
or, no, you don't, you think that I will?
- The first one.
- I'm confused. Who's doing what now?
- You tell me.
- It doesn't matter.
Because if he puts down the M/llenn/um
Falcon, I will smash this training remote...
eras/ng /t from h/story.
- Come on, guys. Let's rethink this.
- [Both] Shut up, Windows!
- Who's doing what?
- Put down the M/llenn/um Falcon
and the training remote...
or I w/ll destroy th/s puppet.
- Craig! You can't!
- Shut up, Barry.
- Put down Master Yoda!
- You put yours down, damn it!
- I can't do it!
- [All Shouting At Once]
- All right, everybody shut up!
- Oh!
Swear to God, this little ewok
is going up in flames! I'll do it.
- Do it. Go ahead. Burn it.
- I will.
- Yeah, burn it.
- Guys, nobody wants this.
- I will.
- [Lmitating Yoda] Burn it. Burn it.
- I'm gonna. That's what I said!
- Burn it!
Good. I was always more of
a Star Trek fan anyway.
[Groans]
Damn Trekkies are everywhere!
[Footsteps Approach/ng]
All right, we'll take it from here.
Sir, give me the Falcon.
- I can't believe I let you guys get me into this.
- Shut up!
How you guys doing?
You guys doing good?
So let me get this right.
You guys wanted to see
our movie early for free.
So you broke into private property, huh?
- And you tried to steal it.
- L-l-
I haven't even seen the movie yet!
Sir, I understand that this looks bad-
It looks like three-to-five-years, locked-up,
for-breaking-and-entering bad.
That's right, sweet cheeks.
By the time y'all walk away from this...
your faces are gonna be
shrunken and shriveled...
just like your one nut.
What? How can he possibly know that?
Oh, we know about your uniball.
We know everything,
Mr. Harold Hutchinson, a.k.a. Hutch.
Son of Gloria.
Humongous Rush fan.
Dude, you're freaking me out.
How do you know this?
Because you have a Rush shirt on, dipshit.
And because we have
a dossier on every single one of you.
- [Phone Sounding]
- No one move!
Get your hands off the glass table.
- Hello, Mr. Lucas.
- [All Chattering At Once]
Shut up!
Shut your mouths.
- Yes.
- I can hear his beard.
Yes. Shut up. Mm-hmm.
I don't wanna say