HAN: Well, I’d hoped I’d never have to see this place again, but here we are.
LEIA: Yes, and from what you’ve told me, you’ve earned yourself quite a reputation around these parts, haven’t you?
LUKE: No offense, Han, but given the fact that almost everybody on this world still considers you a wanted man, maybe it’d be best if you stay out of sight here on the ship while Leia and I go to the palace.
HAN: Now wait a minute! It was my idea to bring us here, and it might be dangerous! I can’t just-
LEIA: We can defend ourselves if need be, Han. But if you come with us, the odds become much greater that we’ll have to.
HAN and LEIA’S eyes lock; the moment seems suspended in time.
LEIA: (cont. quietly) ...and I wouldn’t be able to bear it if something were to happen to you, if I knew it could have been avoided ...I’m sorry hon', you’ve just worn out your welcome on Nal Hutta, that’s all.
HAN: Well, since you put it that way... as much as I would love more than anything to go marching into Barrola’s palace right now, maybe it is a good idea for me to stay here with the Falcon. (winks) You know, to keep her ready just in case you wear out your welcome too.
LUKE: Alright, then, let’s go. Threepio, you can come with us. Artoo, you stay behind and keep Han out of trouble.
HAN: The trouble’s not in here, Kid, it’s out there!
HAN looks to his wife, his smile turning serious for a moment.
HAN: Be careful.
LEIA: We’ll be alright.
THREEPIO, not too thrilled over the prospect of facing the intimidating Hutts, nervously turns to HAN.
THREEPIO: Sir, I wonder if you wouldn’t like a little, em... civilized companionship while waiting aboard the ship with Artoo...
HAN smirks, and nudges the apprehensive golden droid toward the exit.
HAN: Nah, you go ahead. The little guy plays a pretty good game of holo-chess.
ARTOO lets out a series of teasing beeps as Threepio reluctantly follows after LUKE and Leia.