Star Wars: The Musical


	A team of jawas unloads the droids for display.

	Droids, droids, droids - everywhere I look there's droids. Is there one, maybe one or two, for me? Only time will tell we'll have to wait and see.

	Luke, tell your uncle, when he finds a translator that suits him fine, be sure that it speaks Bocce this time.

	I don't think we will have a say, but I'll remind him 'bout it anyway, Beru. It will speak Bocce for you.

	Uncle Owen steps up to the line of droids.

	Do you speak Bocce? Do you speak Bocce - not Splocce, not Blocce, not Crocce. Do you speak Bocce? Do you speak Bocce?

	I do.

	Do you speak Bocce?

	I do - not Splocce, not Blocce, not Crocce. Oh I speak Bocce.

	What I need is a droid who understands my machines. But what I need, most of all, is someone who understands me.

	*I'm going to sing!* If only he would find me here. If only he would lend an ear to me, I could speak Bocce to him. (Repeats)

	What I need is a droid who understands my machines. But what I need, most of all, is a friend like me. (Repeats)

	Owen, Luke can't stay forever. Living here would be a lie. Owen, let him fly! (Repeats)

	Biggs and Tank are gone away forever and a day!

	So I'll take this gold one and I'll take that red one there too.