[In Mos Eisley, Obi-Wan is unhitching his eopie from its stable when a bag is tossed at his feet - the skyhopper toy he had obtained from the Jawas. Owen Lars is in the doorway, glaring]
OLOwen Lars
I want you to stay away from him. We don't need anything from you, Ben.
We talked about this. When the time comes, he must be trained.
OOwen
Like you trained his father? Anakin is dead, Ben, and I won't let you make the same mistake twice. So leave him on the farm, with his family, where he belongs.
In actuality, I would say the Jedi hunt themselves. Do you know the key to hunting Jedi, friend? It is patience. Jedi cannot help what they are. Their compassion leaves a trail. For example, in our line of work, rumors run rampant. Here’s one I heard just recently. It involves a Jedi, hiding, right here in your lovely saloon. Let's say ours is a wanderer. Maybe he's looking for people like him. He comes across this establishment, nice place. Then, he sees you. A man in need. Perhaps the locals are stealing from you. Threatening you. So what is the Jedi to do? Help you, and risk exposure? Or move on? Now, if he were smart, he'd keep moving. But the Jedi code is like an itch. He cannot help it. So he steps in and saves your saloon. You offer him a place to hide, fresh water, shade from the suns, but the stories, they begin, and they travel quickly. His compassion has been his undoing.
I got older. Had to find some other adventures. Started chasing your mother instead. This is your future, Leia. In a few years, you'll be off to university, then Junior Senate.
What? [kneels next to her] Don't ever say that. You are our child. You are an Organa in every way. One day, this planet will look to you, Leia. There are many ways to lead. You just have to find yours.
