Going to War
PADMÉ: I warn you, if you vote to create this army, war will follow. I have experienced the misery of war first-hand; I do not wish to do it again.
Wake up, Senators... you must wake up! If you offer the Separatists violence, they can only show us violence in return! Many will lose their lives. All will lose their freedom. This decision could very well destroy the very foundation of our great Republic. I pray you do not let fear push you into a disastrous decision. Vote down this security measure, which is nothing less than a declaration of war! Does anyone here want that? I cannot believe they do.
Importance of a Weapon
OBI-WAN: Here. Next time try not to lose it.
ANAKIN: Sorry, Master.
ANAKIN reaches for the lightsaber, but OBI-WAN holds it back.
OBI-WAN: A Jedi's saber is his most precious possession.
ANAKIN: Yes, Master.
He reaches for the lightsaber, OBI-WAN pulls it back.
OBI-WAN: He must keep it with him at all times.
ANAKIN: I know, Master.
OBI-WAN: This weapon is your life!
ANAKIN: I've heard this lesson before...
OBI-WAN finally holds out the lightsaber and ANAKIN grabs it.
Going to Get a Drink
ANAKIN: Where are you going, Master?
OBI-WAN: To get a drink.
OBI-WAN heads for the bar. ANAKIN blinks in surprise, then moves into the room, where ALIEN FACES look back at him with hostility, suspicion, and invitation as he moves among the tables. OBI-WAN arrives at the bar. He signals the BARMAN.
ELAN SLEAZEBAGGANO: Wanna buy some death sticks?
OBI-WAN looks at him. He moves his fingers slightly.
OBI-WAN: You don't want to sell me death-sticks.
ELAN: I don't want to sell you death-sticks.
OBI-WAN moves his fingers.
OBI-WAN: You want to go home and rethink your life.
ELAN: I want to go home and rethink my life.
Defending One's Life
CLOSE. The gun is drawn from its holster and held down out of sight. The BOUNTY HUNTER starts to move toward the bar.
ANAKIN checks out ALIEN FACES. OBI-WAN signals for another drink. The gun moves toward his unsuspecting back.
The drink is poured. OBI-WAN reaches for it. The gun is raised to aim directly at his back, and suddenly OBI-WAN turns fast. His lightsaber flashes. There is a shrill SCREAM and ZAM'S ARM hits the floor. The gun drops from its twitching fingers. Blood spreads.
The room is silent. ALIENS rise menacingly from their seats, and ANAKIN is suddenly at OBI-WAN's side, his lightsaber glowing.
ANAKIN: Easy... Official business. Go back to your drinks.
Respecting One's Teacher
ANAKIN: Don't get me wrong... Obi-Wan is a great mentor. As wise as Master Yoda and as powerful as Master Windu. I am truly thankful to be his apprentice. Only... although I'm a Padawan learner, in some ways... a lot of ways... I'm ahead of him. I'm ready for the trials. I know I am! He knows it too. He believes I'm too unpredictable... Other Jedi my age have gone through the trials and made it... I know I started my training late... but he won't let me move on.
PADMÉ: That must be frustrating.
ANAKIN: It's worse... he's overly critical. He never listens! He just doesn't understand! It's not fair!
PADMÉ: Are you allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi.
ANAKIN: Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi's life, so you might say we're encouraged to love.
LAMA SU: Apart from his pay, which is considerable, Fett demanded only one thing - an unaltered clone for himself. Curious isn't it?
LAMA SU: Pure genetic replication. No tampering with the structure to make it more docile... and no growth acceleration...
ANAKIN moves restlessly in his sleep. He mutters to himself. Sweat forms on his forehead. He turns violently. He cries out.
ANAKIN: No...No...No...Mom!...Don't, no, don't!
EXT. NABOO LAKE RETREAT, LODGE, BALCONY OVERLOOKING GARDENS - MORNING
ANAKIN is on the balcony overlooking the gardens. After a moment, PADMÉ comes onto the balcony behind him. She sees he is meditating and turns to go.
ANAKIN: Don't go.
PADMÉ: I don't want to disturb you.
ANAKIN: Your presence is soothing.
PADMÉ: You had a nightmare again last night.
ANAKIN: Jedi don't have nightmares.
PADMÉ: I heard you.
ANAKIN opens his eyes and looks at her.
ANAKIN: I saw my mother. I saw her as clearly as I see you now. She's suffering, Padme. She is in pain...They're killing her!
CLIEGG: This isn't the way I wanted to meet you, son. This isn't how your mother and I planned it. I don't want to give up on her, but she's been gone a month. There's little hope she's lasted this long.
Silence. Then ANAKIN stands up.
OWEN: Where are you going?
ANAKIN: To find my mother.
PADMÉ: No, Annie!
CLIEGG: She's dead, son. Accept it.
ANAKIN: I can feel her pain, and I will find her. I know she's alive.
Being with someone as they die
ANAKIN: Mom... Mom... Mom...
SHMI'S eyelids flutter - and barely open. They are caked with blood.
SHMI: Annie...? Is it you?
SHMI'S eyes focus slowly. ANAKIN gives a little choking gasp.
ANAKIN: I’m here, Mom. You’re safe. Hang on. I’m going to get you out of here...
SHMI: I’m so glad... to see you, Annie... Now... I am complete...
ANAKIN: Just stay with me, Mom. I’m going to make you well again. Everything’s going to be fine.
SHMI: You look so handsome. My son... my grown-up son. I’m so proud of you, Annie... so proud... I missed you so much... I love...
Killing Out A Tribe
Going to a Stadium