(SCOTT and MARIE are laying in bed talking about their sexual fantasies)
MARIE: and then you lick all the chocolate syrup and whipped cream from my body.
SCOTT: Wow, that sounds disgusting.
MARIE: Well, what's your fantasy?
SCOTT: It's kind of embarassing
MARIE: I won't judge you, just tell me.
SCOTT: Well, it's a Star Wars Fantasy-
MARIE: Oh, where I dress up as Slave Leia in the gold bikini?
SCOTT: What? No, I want you to be C-3PO.
MARIE: The robot?
SCOTT: Yeah, maybe we can do it tonight (pulls out C-3PO Mask) you just have to wear a mask. (MARIE gives a look up uncertainty as SCOTT places the mask in her hands) Please?
MARIE: I guess, if that turns you on
SCOTT: Oh it would, it really would.
MARIE: Alright (puts on mask and moves arms up and down stiffly) oh master Luke-
SCOTT: No, no. I'm not Luke, that pussy. (Pulls out bandolier and puts it on) I'm gonna be Yoda, the Wookie.
MARIE: I I thought his name was Chew something-
SCOTT: And why is C-3PO talking anyways? You're just suppose to make beeping noises.
MARIE: Isn't that suppose to be the other robot?
SCOTT: Look, have you even seen Star Wars?
MARIE: Like bits and pieces on Spike-TV.
SCOTT: Well I've seen a lot more of it than you have. Now lay down and let me put my light saber into your dark side.
MARIE: Um, OK (MARIE lays down as they both start to go at it) It's getting kinda hot under this mask sweetie.
SCOTT: No talking!
MARIE: Oh, I mean "beep boop bleep."
SCOTT: Yeah, resistance is futile, baby.
MARIE: What? That's not Star Wars-
SCOTT: Who's your Cylon? WHO'S YOUR CYLON?!?
MARIE: Now I know that's not from Star Wars.
SCOTT: KALI MA! (Orgasms and rolls off MARIE.)
MARIE: (Takes off mask, staring at ceiling, not saying a word.)
SCOTT: (Smiles big) Wow and I thought they smelled bad on the outside.