Ian Doescher Quotes

LEIA [to Han:] Hast thou come here in that ungainly heap? Thou art, perhaps, then braver than I thought.

But Owen, he hath not a farmer's heart-/
This apple falls quite near his father's tree
- Beru

PIETT: But truly, what man doth not wear a mask?
For all of us are masked in sone way --
Some choose sharp cruelty as their outward face,
Some put themselves behind a king's facade,
Some put on the disguise of arrogance,
But underneath our masks, are we not one?
Do not all wish for love, and joy, and peace?
And whether rebel or Imperial,
Do not our hearts all beat in time to make
The pounding rhythm of the galaxy?

OBI-WAN Forsooth, a great disturbance in the Force Have I just felt. 'Twas like a million mouths Cried out in fear at once, and then were gone, All hush'd and quiet - silent to the last. I fear a stroke of evil hath occurr'd. But thou, good Luke, thy practice recommence.

The final curtain of life's play is dropp'd.

It is a period of civil war. The spaceships of the rebels, striking swift From base unseen, have gain'd a vict'ry o'er The cruel Galactic Empire, now adrift. Amidst the battle, rebel spies prevail'd And stole the plans to a space station vast, Whose pow'rful beams will later be unveil'd And crush a planet: 'tis the DEATH STAR blast. Pursu'd by agents sinister and cold, Now Princess Leia to her home doth flee, Deliv'ring plans and a new hope they hold: Of bringing freedom to the galaxy. In time so long ago begins our play, In star-crossed galaxy far, far away.

I pray thee, sir, forgive me for the mess/And whether I shot first, I'll not confess.
- Han Solo

thou who herd'st nerfs,

C-3PO - Thou shalt not label me A mindless, brute philosopher! Nay, nay, Thou overladen glob of grease, thou imp, Thou rubbish bucket fit for scrap, thou blue And silver pile of bantha dung! Now, come, And get thee hence away lest someone sees.

Thou truly art in jest. Art thou not small/Of stature, if thou art a stormtrooper?
-Leia Organa

LEIA O, I do love thee wholly, Han. HAN - I know.

If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.

[Luke, holding stormtrooper helmet.] Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not,/ yet have I taken both uniform and life/ From thee. What manner of a man wert thou?/ A man of inf'nite jest or cruelty?/ A man with helpmate and with children too?/ A man who hath his Empire serv'd with pride?/ A man, perhaps, who wish'd for perfect peace?/ What'er thou wert, goodman, thy pardon grant/ Unto the one who took thy place: e'en me.

YODA: But mind the dark side.
Anger, fear, aggression
from
The dark side are they.
Easily they flow,
Quick to join you in a fight.
Aye, they do not fail!
Once on the dark path,
Forever shall not control
Thy destiny, Luke.

O be not anxious, comrades, fear ye not! The siuation here hath been controll'd. All merry 'tis in the detention block! ...
That conversation did my spirits bore! Now Luke, prepare thyself for company.

This golden droid has been a friend, 'tis true,/ And yet I wish to still his prating tongue!/ An imp, he calleth me? I'll be reveng'd,/ And merry pranks aplenty I shall play/ Upon this pompous droid C-3PO!/ Yet not in language shall my pranks be done:/ Around both humans and droids I must/ Be seen to make such errant beeps and squeaks/ That they shall think me simple. Truly, though,/ Although with sounds obilque I speak to them, I clearly see how I shall play my part,/ And how a vast rebellion shall succeed/ by wit and wisdom of a simple droid. [R2-D2]

There is no vessel that hath me,
For I can pilot anything that flies.

My favorite play is Hamlet. It was my first love when it comes to Shakespeare, and I've read it and seen it performed more than just about every other Shakespeare play. I've had the "To be or not to be" monologue memorized since I was 15, and it's just really close to my heart.

I do believe - that all the world's a star. Beyond that heav'nly light I shall fly far! Luke (ACT I, Scene 7)

I've spent so much time with iambic pentameter that I can now recognize it when I hear it in conversation or a movie - it's like a weird, useless superpower.

RIEEKAN: A price too dear, indeed! A death mark is
No kind companion to a free man's life.

The hardest part of writing 'William Shakespeare's Star Wars' was probably the sheer amount of iambic pentameter and tiptoeing around certain scenes I knew would be hot-button issues for 'Star Wars' fans.

HAN Ha, ha! Thy errant systems of belief - Thy weapons ancient, all thy mysteries, Thy robes and meditations o'er the air, Thy superstitions, e'en thy precious Force - Cannot compare to my religion true: A trusty blaster ever by my side. With thus I say my prayers and guard my soul.

The Ewoks were definitely a challenge of writing 'The Jedi Doth Return.' After having done so many things with characters who don't speak English, how was I going to make them stand out? Jedi is also rich with emotional material, particularly Darth Vader's transformation from the dark side back to the good.

„REY I'd rather not be in thy presence now.
KYLO Yea, also could I say the same to thee.
REY [aside:] How shall I speak to this deshirted man
And hope to focus on the conversation?
[To Kylo:] Say, wherefore didst thou hate thy father kind?
Hast thou no cloak or towel thou canst use?
[Kylo dons his doublet.

But truly, what man doth not wear a mask?
For all of us are maskèd in some way–
Some choose sharp cruelty as their outward face,
Some put themselves behind a king's façade,
Some hind behind the mask of bravery,
Some put on the disguise of arrogance.
But underneath our masks are we not one?
Do we not all wish for love, and joy, and peace?

TARKIN: The wench hath lied! Deceiving,
cut-throat girl,
Most cunning princess born of
Hell's own heart!

Our cause is for the truth, for righteousness, For anyone who e'er oppression knew. 'Tis not rebellion for the sake of one, 'Tis not a cause to serve a priv'leg'd few - This moment shall resound in history For ev'ry person who would freedom know! So Biggs, stand with me now, and be my aide, And Wedge, fly at my side to lead the charge - We three, we happy three, we band of brothers, Shall fly unto the trench with throttles full!

Have they been cruelly kill'd for what I want?/So shall I never want again if in/
The wanting all I love shall be destroy'd.
-Luke II,4 lines 56-58

I always wanted Han Solo's confidence and swagger. My personality is way more C-3PO, but Han was always who I wanted to be.

O Luke, I would not lose thee as I lost
Darth Vader. His betrayal made my life
A bleak and tragic thing. Thy loss unto
The dark would make my death a hellish, cold
Eternity.

Indeed, it may most verily be said
That only death and taxes certain are.

This Force, by troth, I'll never comprehend!
It doth control and also doth obey?
And 'tis within and yet it is beyond,
'Tis both inside and yet outside one's self?
What paradox! What fickle-natur'd pow'r!
Aye: frailty, thy name
belike
is Force.

In time so long ago begins our play, In war-torn galaxy far, far away.

LUKE: There is a tide in the affairs of Jedi.
Which taken at a flood, leads to the Force.

Nay, Nay! Try thou not.
But do thou or do thou not,
For there is no try.

Aye, say thou fool? Then fool, good Sir, am I.
But when thou sayest fool remember well
That fools do walk in foolish company.
So if I am a fool, perhaps 'tis true
That other fools around me may be found.

Try thou not. But do thou or do thou not, For there is no

[They shoot, Greedo dies. [To innkeeper:] Pray, goodly Sir, forgive me for the mess. [Aside:] And whether I shot first, I'll ne'er confess! [Exeunt.

A plague on 3PO for action slow,/ A plague upon my quest that led us here,/ A plague on both our circuit boards, I say! [R2-D2}

Visually speaking, nothing calls Shakespeare to mind like Hamlet holding Yorick's skull.

I had great English teachers in high school who first piqued my interest in Shakespeare. Each year, we read a different play - 'Othello,' 'Julius Caesar,' 'Macbeth,' 'Hamlet' - and I was the nerd in class who would memorize soliloquies just for the fun of it.

LEIA: Love unfulfill'd turns quickly into spite,
And vengefulness doth fill the empty place
Within my heart.

Hath not a Sith eyes?
Hath not a Sith such feelings, heart and soul,
As any Jedi Knight did e'er possess?
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you Blast us, shall we not injur'd be? If you Assault with lightsaber, do we not die?

In writing 'William Shakespeare's Star Wars,' I had the freedom to go beyond the original script and add asides, soliloquys and even new scenes. The main characters all get a soliloquy or two - or in Luke's case, several.

LUKE: O, what is life, and what our purpose here?
Are living creatures made for pain and strife,
Do we but walk our days upon the ground
To perish without memory or fame?
If so, what shall we seek whilst we yet like?
Is brave adventure worthy of our time,
Or should we seek the principle of pleasure?

BIFF - [to Marty:] Upon what lookest thou, thou arse-like pate?

LEIA - O help Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art Mine only hope. LUKE - I wonder who she is. Whoever she may be, whatever is Her cause, I shall unto her pleas respond. Not e'en were she my sister could I know A duty of more weight than I feel now. It seemeth she some dreadful trouble hath - Mayhap I should replay the message whole.

Writing 'William Shakespeare's Star Wars' was a fun exercise in mixing just the right amount of the Bard with just the right amount of everyone's favorite galaxy far, far away.

MARTY - What? Wait one moment, Doc. What didst thou say?
Dost say my mother burneth hot for me?
DOC - Precisely thus.
MARTY - 'Tis heavy, by my troth.
DOC - There is the word, which thou dost use again:
'Tis heavy, all is heavy unto thee.
Why hath the future so much heaviness?
Hath aught disrupted something in the Earth,
Affecting its own pull of gravity?

LUKE Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not, Yet have I ta'en both uniform and life From thee. What manner of a man wert thou? A man of inf'nite jest or cruelty? A man with helpmate and with children too? A man who hath his Empire serv'd with pride?

Of my home Tatooine, I know full well That elsewhere lies my destiny, not here. Although my uncle's will is that I stay, My heart within me bursts to think on it For out among the spheres I wish to roam - Adventure and rebellion stir my blood. Those oft-repeated words of my mate Biggs I do believe - that all the world's a star. Beyond that heav'nly light I shall fly far! [Exit.

At early morn, with eager wills they rise, A shar'd endeavor binding them anew. The fast landspeeder o'er the desert flies - They go to find the errant droid R2.

YODA: O, great warrior!
A great warrior you seek?
Wars not make one great.

ACKBAR - O knavery Most vile, O trick of Empire's basest wit. A snare, a ruse, a ploy: and we the fools. What great deception hath been plied today - O rebels, do you hear? Fie, 'tis a trap!

- Be thou not technical with me,/Or else thine input valve may swift receive/a hearty helping of my golden foot.

O, vile! These tauntauns have an awful stench outside, But nothing did I know of wretchedness, Disgusting rot, and sick'ning filth till this New smell hath made attack upon my nose.

O help/ Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art/ Mine only hope.

-Leia Organa

I do his meaning understand, and yet
Another future for this boy I'll write.
Not death, but something even greater still.
It may be that this young Skywalker will
Still prove to be the most worth of the name.

A vessel swift of flight, though say'st? Hast thou
Not heard of the Millenn'um Falcon, Sir?
'Tis but the ship that hath the Kessel run
Accomplish'd in twelve parsecs,