Star Wars Prequel Quotes

How could you possibly have a dark secret involving the Star Wars prequels? Are you responsible for Jar Jar Binks?

there is no greater misery than to remember, with bitter regret, a day when you were happy 

I saw the prequels in the theater," Gabe said. "When I was a kid. I thought they were awesome" "And now?" she asked. "They're my first love," he said. "I can't be objective.

a mixed blessing, like the Star Wars prequels.

The wizards from the mid-1990s or later refused to discuss any movies at all for fear of letting slip any details of the Star Wars prequels or the fourth Indiana Jones, a group of works that the later wizards would only refer to by the collective title The Unpleasantness.

A film festival, during which all three Star Wars prequels and the fourth Indiana Jones movie were all screened back to back, in the name of getting it over with.

Life operates exactly like the Star Wars prequels. It’s boring, bloated, painful when it shouldn’t be, and lacks a cohesive storyline. And ultimately, it only exists to boost the ego of its creator.

We are a very fortunate people, and we know it. That good fortune should not be taken for granted, and so we try to share and try to help. It is our way of saying that we welcome the friendship of those less fortunate, that we do not think ourselves entitled to that which we have, but rather, that we feel blessed beyond what we deserve. And so we share, and so we work, and in doing so, we become something larger than ourselves, and more fulfilled than one can become from idly enjoying good fortune!

How about 4, 5, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7? Think about it for a minute. That approach has the advantage of giving you “I am your father,” and of starting with the mysteries of the two best, while treating the prequels as kind of a flashback (as you’re also focused on the cliffhanger ending of 5). Then you get to wrap everything up with the real finale, and the best, before the third trilogy starts. Not a bad idea at all. A

Her dad wouldn’t even let her see the prequels. He said she was too young. And then, when she grew up, he said they were too terrible. “They’ll just corrupt your love of Star Wars,” he said. “I wish I could unsee them.

A lot of people disparage the Star Wars prequels, and understandably so; they’re not nearly as good as the original trilogy. But in their own way, they’re not just beautiful; they’re also awfully clever. Here’s the best part: all of the choices in the first trilogy are precisely mirrored in the prequels. The two trilogies are about freedom of choice under nearly identical conditions. Lucas was entirely aware of this: “Luke is faced with the same issues and practically the same scenes that Anakin is faced with. Anakin says yes and Luke says no.

I attended my first Star Wars convention right after freshman year of college, when the wounds of the prequels were fresh. It was a big milestone for me. “Finally,” I told my roommate, Svetlana, “I’ll get to be myself and go among my people.” “I don’t understand,” Svetlana said. “Who were you before? Literally the first thing you did on arriving at college was unpack your lightsabers. Do you think you’ve been hiding? If this is you concealing your love of Star Wars, what would it look like if you let it hang out? Would you just dress up as Jabba the Hutt all the time?” That wasn’t a bad idea, I thought. Maybe I should.

I devoured each of what Halliday referred to as “The Holy Trilogies”: Star Wars (original and prequel trilogies, in that order), Lord of the Rings, The Matrix, Mad Max, Back to the Future, and Indiana Jones. (Halliday once said that he preferred to pretend the other Indiana Jones films, from Kingdom of the Crystal Skull onward, didn’t exist. I tended to agree.) I also absorbed the complete filmographies of each of his favorite directors. Cameron, Gilliam, Jackson, Fincher, Kubrick, Lucas, Spielberg, Del Toro, Tarantino. And, of course, Kevin Smith. I spent three months studying every John Hughes teen movie and memorizing all the key lines of dialogue.

More recently, Lucas described a visit in Europe, after the release of Revenge of the Sith, “with a dozen reporters, and the Russian correspondents all thought the film was about Russian politics, and the Americans all thought it was about Bush. And I said, ‘Well, it’s really based on Rome. And on the French Revolution and Bonaparte.’” The prequels focus on the rise of tyranny and the collapse of democracies. They explore the kinds of machinations that allow dictators to come to power, and they show how republics fall prey to them. There’s a stylized account of the loss of freedom, which Padmé nicely captures: “So this is how liberty dies . . . with thunderous applause.

Queen Padmé Amidala in the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy.

The shadow of greed, attachment is. What you fear to lose, train yourself to release. Let go of fear, and loss cannot harm you.

Hey, Gwen. How’s it going?” he asked. “Good, Martin,” she replied. “How are you today?” “Fine. I’m fine. I gotta say though, this meeting, with all of these motions being raised and seconded, I feel like I’m in one of the Star Wars prequels.” “I know!” Gwen enthused. She proceeded to go on at length about how much she loved the Star Wars prequels, and how particularly the parts set in the Galactic Senate gave all of the events much more of a sense of gravitas. Martin drank his coffee as quickly as he could and tried to pretend the conversation wasn’t happening.

To make Star Wars, you’ve got to hate Star Wars”—this is a maxim I’ve heard from more than one veteran of Lucasfilm’s design department. What they mean is that if you’re too reverential about what came before, you’re doomed. You’ve got to be rebellious and questing. The franchise must constantly renew itself by pulling incongruous items out of a grab bag of outside influences, as Lucas himself did from the start. Likewise, fandom must constantly renew itself with new generations of viewers brought in by the prequels, by more recent additions to the canon like The Clone Wars and Rebels animated TV shows—and, soon enough, by the sequels to the first two trilogies.

They are all grown up, but I’ll never see them that way. To me, anyone born the year that Back To The Future came out will always be The People That Are Too Young. I’m not sure when I decided that Michael J. Fox’s entrée to movie stardom was my personal Mendoza line for parsing out the generations. I acknowledge the inherent unreasonableness of my “Back To The Future Rule,” but I’ve been following it too long to stop now. I’m constitutionally unable to take people raised on Stars Wars prequels, Degrassi: The Next Generation, and MTV reality shows seriously, seeing as how they’ve been deprived of the bedrock values and education that you get from the original Star Wars films, the original Degrassi Junior High, and music videos—that’s right, music videos—on MTV.

In fact, the wizards from the mid-1990s or later refused to discuss any movies at all for fear of letting slip any details of the Star Wars prequels or the fourth Indiana Jones, a group of works that the later wizards would only refer to by the collective title The Unpleasantness.

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Amidala, Panaka, and about half the troops climbed through; the others, and the Queen’s handmaidens, stayed in the hall to hold off the battle droids. The

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But pain is not merely physical. As anyone who has had to sit through the first Star Wars prequel can tell you, we humans are capable of experiencing acute psychological pain as well.

Is it possible to be out of balance with too much goodness? The short answer is ’yes.’ The prequel trilogy outlines just such a condition where the Jedi Order finds itself in the smugness of complacency as the Dark Side is active right under their noses. The Jedi are living so much in the light of morality, that the shadow of unconscious desire, symbolized by the Sith, takes on a life of its own and, like an unsupervised child, becomes delinquent. If one is out of touch with the shadow side of one’s nature—one’s Dark Side—it become pathological, like feeling lust or greed and living in denial or otherwise becomes unconscious, such that it only magnifies itself in the repressed unconsciousness.

Jedi do not fight for peace. That’s only a slogan, and is as misleading as slogans always are. Jedi fight for civilization, because only civilization creates peace.

Chancellor Palpatine broke the silence at last. “Anakin, this afternoon the Senate is going to call on me to take direct control of the Jedi Council.” Anakin’s eyes widened. Obi-Wan had said that the Chancellor would be given new powers, but Anakin hadn’t expected anything like this. “The Jedi will no longer report to the Senate?” he asked, not entirely believing it.

I need your help, son, “ Palpatine said. Did I miss something? “What do you mean?” “I fear the Jedi. The Council keeps pushing for more control. They’re shrouded in secrecy and obsessed with maintaining their autonomy—ideals I find simply incomprehensible in a democracy.

I heard about your appointment, Anakin,” she said. “I’m so proud of you.” To her surprise, his expression darkened. “I may be on the Council,” he said angrily, “but they refused to accept me as a Jedi Master.

As the gunship rose and headed for the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan frowned. Never before had he heard the other Jedi Masters state their opinion of Anakin so plainly. And he couldn’t keep from wondering… How can Anakin trust us, if we don’t trust him?

Obi-Wan laughed. “Good-bye, old friend. May the Force be with you.” “May the Force be with you,” Anakin echoed. His voice was serious—almost somber. As Obi-Wan walked toward the waiting starcruiser, uneasiness struck him. This is just an ordinary mission, he told himself. I’ll be back in a week or two. If something’s bothering Anakin, we can talk about it then. But for some reason, he felt as if he’d said good-bye to his best friend and former apprentice for the last time.

Chancellor Palpatine, whose Sith name was Darth Sidious, looked calmly at the angry young Jedi with the glowing lightsaber. This was the point toward which all his plots and plans had been heading for many years. “Yes, I am a Sith Lord,” he told Anakin.

General Grievous is an even more reckless driver than Anakin, Obi-Wan observed as his lizard raced through the tunnel city after the general’s wheel scooter.

All that’s left is to notify the Council—and the Chancellor. And then…then we’ll find out the Chancellor’s real intentions.

Palpatine smiled and gestured. Anakin knelt before him, and the words came—the words he had used to pledge to the Jedi, but changed, as he had changed. “I pledge myself to your care,” he said. “To the ways of the Sith.” “Anakin Skywalker, you are one with the Order of the Sith Lords,” Palpatine replied. “Henceforth, you shall be known as…Darth Vader.” “Thank you, my Master.

It hurt Obi-Wan to see black smoke billowing from the Jedi Temple. It hurt more to enter and find clones dressed in Jedi robes, waiting to ambush any real Jedi who came in. But what hurt the most was seeing the bodies of beings he had known and worked with, lying everywhere, and the Padawans and younglings. No one had survived.

Here, in Anakin’s presence, he could feel what the hologram couldn’t show him: the roiling cloud of the dark side that surrounded his former apprentice. It made the coming duty a little—a very little—easier.

You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you.

The Force—dark side as well as light—was generated by living beings, and it took living flesh to manipulate it. Darth Vader would never be able to cast blue Force lightning; that required living hands, not metal ones. And with so much of his body replaced by machinery, he would never come close to the potential he’d had.

The droid brought him to the operating room. A black figure lay on the operating table. Black gloves and boots covered the new mechanical limbs; a mirror shiny black mask hid the scarred face. The table began to tilt, moving the figure to an upright position. There was the sound of breathing. Yes, Darth Sidious thought. He will terrify them. And even if he is not as powerful as I had once hoped, he will still be far more powerful than anyone else.

Shortly after, the Emperor took his new apprentice off to a remote area of the galaxy where construction of a new superweapon was just beginning—a gigantic space station with the power to destroy whole planets with a single laser blast.

As the twin suns began to set, Obi-Wan rode into the Tatooine desert. In his pack, he carried Anakin’s lightsaber. He would keep it, through the long, lonely exile, as a memento and a reminder—until the future day when he could give it to Anakin’s son, Luke Skywalker.

Mace Windu and Yoda exchanged glances. Mace’s lips tightened. Then he put into words the thing all of them had avoided saying. “If the Chancellor does not end this war with the destruction of General Grievous, he must be removed from office.” “Arrested?” Obi-Wan felt cold. They were coming perilously close to treason in even discussing such a possibility. “To a dark place, this line of thought will take us,” Yoda said, echoing his thoughts. “Great care, we must take.” Great care, indeed. But if the Chancellor continued the war, what choice would they have?

The dark side clouds everything,” Yoda said, shaking his head. “Impossible to see, the future is. But this I am sure of—” He opened his eyes. “Do their duty, the Jedi will.

Qui-Gon’s defiance I sense in you,” Yoda said. “Need that, you do not!” He sighed. “Agree, the Council does. Your apprentice, young Skywalker will be.

He gave you strict orders to protect me,” she said, “and I’m going to save Obi-Wan. So if you plan to protect me, you will have to come along.

This was not the best idea I have ever had, Obi-Wan thought as he swung from the droid. But he hadn’t expected it to take off the way it had. He certainly hadn’t expected it to dodge into the heart of the speeder traffic, or to swing in and out in an attempt to get rid of him. Somebody had done a good job programming it.

I have said it many times: You are the most gifted Jedi I have ever met.” Anakin felt a shiver of pleasure at the compliment. It meant even more, coming from the Chancellor. He’s not even a Jedi, and he can see I have talent! “Thank you, your Excellency,” he said. Palpatine smiled, as if he knew how good his praise made Anakin feel. “I see you becoming the greatest of all the Jedi, Anakin. Even more powerful than Master Yoda.

Obi-Wan, promise—” Qui-Gon fought to get the words out. Obi-Wan could feel the effort he was making not to give in to the call of the Force. “Promise me you’ll train the boy.” “Yes, Master.

Shmi tried to smile at him. She whispered, “I love…” and went horribly, finally still. Anakin stared at her numbly. After a moment, he reached over and closed her eyes. The Tusken Raiders did this. Animals, Cliegg called them—they’re worse than animals. They’re…they’re…vicious, mind less, murdering things. I’ll show them! I’ll get them all! Oh, Mom.

Get help!” Palpatine said urgently from behind them. “You’re no match for him. He’s a Sith Lord.” And where do you think we can get help from, Chancellor? Obi-Wan gave Palpatine a reassuring smile. “Our specialty is Sith Lords, Chancellor.

My noble colleagues, I concur with the Supreme Chancellor!” Padmé said as soon as she reached the speaking area. “At all costs, we do not want war!

I don’t like sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft…and smooth.” Without thinking, he touched her arm.

Slowly, Obi-Wan nodded, feeling very cold. The only thing you can do with an army is fight a war. But Jedi didn’t fight wars; they worked to keep the peace and the laws of the Republic without fighting. Obi-Wan stared down at the endless lines of clones marching past, wishing Sifo-Dyas were still alive to explain.

You were right about one thing, Master,” Obi-Wan said slyly. “The negotiations were short.

The boy is dangerous,” Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon as they came onto the landing platform. “They all sense it. Why can’t you?” “His fate is uncertain, not dangerous,” Qui-Gon replied with a touch of irritation.

Fear attracts the fearful,” Anakin told him. “He was trying to overcome his fear by squashing you.” The alien stared at him in astonishment. “Be less afraid,” Anakin finished. The tall man gave him a sharp look. Padmé smiled and said, “And that works for you?” “To a point,” Anakin said, returning her smile.

The crowd roared, and Obi-Wan looked up. A small cart was pulling into the arena, and when he saw its passengers, Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. I knew Anakin was going to do something else harebrained, I just knew it.

I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten my message,” Obi-Wan said as the guards started out of the arena. “I retransmitted it just as you requested, Master,” Anakin said earnestly. His neck muscles twitched, as if he was trying not to look at Padmé. “Then we decided to come and rescue you.” Obi-Wan glanced up at his chained hands. “Good job!

That’s brave of you, boy,” Dooku said calmly. “But foolish. I would have thought you’d learned your lesson.” “I’m a slow learner,” Anakin said, and charged.

My no know,” Jar Jar replied. He thought for a moment. “Mesa day starten pitty okeyday, witda brisky morning munchen. Den boom—” He pantomimed the giant, headlike troop transport. “Getten berry skeered, un grabben dat Jedi, and before mesa knowen it—pow! Mesa here.” With spaceships shooting and more dangerness than core monsters. And hyperdrive going bad, and maybe booming everybody before wesa getting to planet. He shrugged, unable to put it all into words. “Getten berry berry skeered.

Then, as if he knew what Obi-Wan had been thinking, he added, “Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.” “Pleased to meet you,” the boy said politely. As he turned to shake hands, he looked straight at Obi-Wan for the first time. His eyes widened. “Wow! You’re a Jedi, too?

And when they find us, they will crush us, grind us into little pieces, then blast us into oblivion,” the second man added with unnecessary emphasis. “Yousa point is well seen,” Jar Jar said with as much dignity as he could manage. “Dis way. Hurry!

I have your approval to proceed then, my lord?” Nute Gunray asked nervously. “Proceed,” said Darth Sidious. His mouth curled into a small smile below his dark hood. “Wipe them out. All of them.

I need to know where my clothes are, especially my pants. Fate of the world or not, I refuse to fight anybody in a backless hospital gown. It's against my religion.” “...your paperwork said your religious affiliation was Jedi.” “You ever seen somebody fight bare-assed in Star Wars? Actually don't answer that. I haven't seen all of the prequel trilogy yet.

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I feel like I’m in one of the Star Wars prequels.” “I know!” Gwen enthused. She proceeded to go on at length about how much she loved the Star Wars prequels,

Ugh, sorry. Watching parliamentary procedure always makes me bored and angry. I think it has to do with the Star Wars prequels.” Phillip furrowed his brow. “Wait a minute. They made prequels to Star Wars?” Martin winced. He remembered that he, Tyler, Gary, and Jeff had all sworn never to tell Phillip about the Star Wars prequels. “There are some things about the future that he’s better off not knowing,” Jeff had argued.

Then we’d be living a lie,” Padmé told him gently. “And one we couldn’t keep

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Ugh, sorry. Watching parliamentary procedure always makes me bored and angry. I think it has to do with the Star Wars prequels.

We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.

Why do I think that you’re going to be the death of me?

Wanna buy some death sticks?” came a guttural voice from the side. Obi-Wan didn’t even turn to fully regard the speaker, who wore a wild mane of dark hair, with two antennae twirled up from his hair like curly horns. “Nobody’s got better death sticks than Elan Sleazebaggano,” the ruffian added with a perfectly evil smile. “You don’t want to sell me death sticks,” the Jedi coolly said, waggling his fingers slightly, bringing the weight of the Force into his voice. “I don’t want to sell you death sticks,” Elan Sleazebaggano obediently repeated. Again the Jedi waggled his fingers. “You want to go home and rethink your life.” “I want to go home and rethink my life,” Elan readily agreed, and he turned and walked away.

Eventually, the wizards started sharing information freely, even arranging a film festival, during which all three Star Wars prequels and the fourth Indiana Jones movie were all screened back to back, in the name of getting it over with.