With the aid of a walking stick, the tiny stranger moves over to one of the cases of supplies. He begins to rummage around. Artoo moves to the edge of the case - standing almost eye level to the creature who is carelessly handling the supplies - and squeaks his disapproval.
Their tiny visitor picks up the food Luke was eating from and takes a bite.
LUKE: Put that down. Hey! That's my dinner!
The creature spits out the bite he has taken. He makes a face.
CREATURE: How you get so big, eating food of this kind?
The creature climbs up and reaches into one of Luke's supply cases.
LUKE: Listen, friend, we didn't mean to land in that puddle, and if we could get our ship out, we would, but we can't, so why don't you just...
CREATURE (teasing): Aww, cannot get your ship out?
LUKE: Hey, get out of there!
The creature pulls out an item, but Luke grabs it from him.
CREATURE: Awwww! . . . No!
The little creature continues rummaging through the case, tossing out items of no interest to him.
He spots something of interest in Luke's case. The creature retains his prize - a tiny power lamp - and examines it with delight.
LUKE: Hey, you could have broken this. Don't do that. Ohhh... you're making a mess. Hey, give me that!
CREATURE (retreating with the lamp): Mine! Or I will help you not.
Clutching its treasure, the creature backs away from Luke, drawing closer to Artoo.
As Luke and the creature argue, one of Artoo's little arms slowly moves out toward the power lamp, completely unnoticed by the creature.
LUKE: I don't want your help. I want my lamp back. I'll need it to get out of this slimy mudhole.
CREATURE: Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is.
Artoo grabs hold of the lamp and the two little figures are immediately engaged in a tug-of-war over it. Artoo beeps a few angry, "Give me thats."
CREATURE: What? . . . Mmmmmm! . . . Ah, ah, ah!
The creature reaches reaches over and grabs his walking stick and start rapping on Artoo's metal shell. Artoo reacts with a startled squeal.
LUKE: Oh, Artoo, let him have it!
CREATURE: Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Artoo finally lets go of the lamp. The little creature gives Artoo one last rap and grunts a victorious giggle.
LUKE (fed up): Now will you move along, little fella? We're got a lot of work to do.
CREATURE: No! No, no! Stay and help you, I will. (laughs) Find your friend, hmm?
LUKE: I'm not looking for a friend. I'm looking for a Jedi Master.
CREATURE: Oohhh. Jedi Master. Yoda. You seek Yoda.
LUKE: You know him?
CREATURE: Mmm. Take you to him, I will. (laughs) Yes, yes. But now, we must eat. Come. Good food. Come.
With that, the creature scurries out of the clearing, laughing merrily. Luke stares after him.
All he sees is the faint light from the small power lamp moving through the fog. Luke makes his decision and starts after the creature.
CREATURE (in the distance): Come, come.
Artoo, very upset, whistles a blue streak of protest.
LUKE: Artoo, stay here and watch after the camp.
Artoo beeps even more frantically. But as Luke disappears from view, the worried little droid grows quieter, and utters a soft electronic sigh.
MILLENNIUM FALCON - MAIN HOLD AREA: Threepio appears flustered as he works the controls. Han enters the hold area and kneels on the floor near the control box.
THREEPIO: Oh, where is Artoo when I need him? Sir, I don't know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect. I believe, sir, it says that the power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I'm afraid you'll have to replace it.
HAN: Well, of course I'll have to replace it.
He hands a wire coil up to Chewie who is working near the ceiling.
HAN: Here! And Chewie...
Chewie brings his head back through the trap door in the ceiling and whines.
Han glances back at Threepio, then speaks quietly to Chewie so only he can hear.
HAN (continuing): ... I think we'd better replace the negative power coupling.
Leia finishes welding the valves she has been working on and attempts to reengage the system by pulling a lever attached to the valve.
It doesn't budge. Han notices her struggle, and moves to help her. She rebuffs him.
HAN: Hey, Your Worship, I'm only trying to help.
LEIA (still struggling): Would you please stop calling me that?
Han hears a new tone in her voice. He watches her pull on the lever.
HAN: Sure, Leia.
LEIA: Oh, you make it so difficult sometimes.
HAN: I do, I really do. You could be a little nicer, though. (he watches her reaction) Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm all right.
She lets go of the lever and rubs her sore hand.
LEIA: Occasionally... (a little smile, haltingly) ... when you aren't acting like a scoundrel.
HAN (laughs): Scoundrel? Scoundrel? I like the sound of that.
With that, Han takes her hand and starts to massage it.