No one moves.
Subjects have been located.
Request/ng backup.
Please step away from Lord Vader.
Dude, what's up with the outfits?
Company policy.
You wanna work here,
you gotta wear the suit.
Carl, you make us wear the suit.
- Run? -
Run. - Run.
- Zoe!
- Just go!
- I'm not leaving without her.
- What, are you crazy? It's three aga/nst onel
Never tell me the odds.
There can be only one.
Time for you to get mauled, boy.
I'm good.
- Go!
- Let's go!
Man downl Man downl
Stop! Don't move!
Run!
Subjects are fleeing to the west corridor!
- Go, go, go!
- Stop!
Go, go!
Come on!
Hmm. Yoda says go/ng up you are.
- In!
- Get in! Get your ass in there!
- Hurry!
- Let's go!
Move it! Over there!
Over there! Let's go!
That was awesome!
Where the hell are we?
I have a bad feeling about this.
Um, you guys don't think that the, um-
We are in George Lucas's trash room.
Don't be ridiculous, okay?
The walls are not gonna close in on us.
- Holy-
- Jesusl
- Let's fortify the walls with this.
- Do it!
- Um, girls?
- Goddamn you, walls!
Girls!
That'd be the air duct.
- And that there's the exit.
- Yeah, the exit.
- And you guys are the big pussies.
- I knew.
"3PO!
We're all right!"
Guys, this way!
- Yikes!
- Check in here.
Th/s one's clear.
Damn it, shut up!
I think we lost 'em, right?
Yeah, we lost them for now, but we
cannot run around this place all night.
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.
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.
- ¶¶
- The crawl!
The crawll
- Oh, my God.
- ¶¶
Come on! Come on!
- Here you are.
- Yeah.
That hooker in Vegas gave me something.
What?
The truth.
I'm in love with you and, uh-
I love you too.
Stand back.
- 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 I/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 I/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.
- 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 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.
- 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.
Damn Trekkies are everywhere!
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