Original subtitles

[dramatic fanfare]

♪ ♪

- So I push my throttle and blast those TIEs

before they even know I'm there.

- Oh, reminds me of the time I flew the Ghost

into this asteroid field--

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Nice. Nice. Nice.

Wanna hear about the time I saved the day? Great.

"Chapter 18: It Gets Ugly."

I was working for my first master,

a Corellian mechanic named Pace.

- It took years, but this Jedi Starfighter

is finally restored.

♪ She's gonna sell for a fortune ♪

- Yay.

Let's celebrate with my Bantha Bread

fresh out of the-- [wails]

[engine whirring]

Augh.

- Ahh. Ahh. Hot, hot.

[beeping, clicking]

[engine powers up] Uh-oh.

[dramatic music]

Ah. Where are we going?

- How should I know?

You kicked the buttons!

both: [grunting] Ow!

- My starfighter.

It's ruined.

- No, look at my bread.

This is ruined.

- [groans]

- Um, did this rock just groan?

- That's no rock.

- [growls]

- Rancor! Run!

[both screaming]

[both wailing]

- [growling]

- How are we gonna get out of this?

- And even if we do, how are we gonna get home?

I don't see any other ships here,

just parts of old ones that were stupid enough

to come to this dumb planet.

- TIE Fighter power coupling, Y-wing repulsor...

We'll build our way out.

Roger, run out there, draw their attention.

- Really?

That's not what my cowardice is telling me to do.

- Do it.

- Who wants tasty bread?

- [roaring] - [screams]

[screaming]

I don't know what you're doing,

but do it faster!

- Landing gear. Yes.

That's just what I need.

- [grunting]

- I got you, Roger. - Whew.

- Once, I had a gorgeous starfighter.

Now all I have is this ugly, stu--

- An "Ugly" you say.

Ha, I love it.

So unique.

I'll give you... 10,000 credits for your "ugly."

- Uh, uh, really? Okay.

- From then on, Pace found success selling uglies,

all thanks to me.

- Not really.

Pace built it.

Pace flew it. Pace named it.

- Yeah, that story is about how Pace

found success in spite of you.

- Hmm, I like my version better.