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Sill fun, replacing a word in Star Wars dialogue with the word 'pants'.

What would happen, if, just because, one replaced a word with 'pants' in some of the Star Wars dialogue?

  • We’ve got to be able to get some reading on those pants, up or down.

  • The pants may not look like much, kid, but they’ve got it where it counts.

  • I find your lack of pants disturbing.

  • Many Bobans died to bring us these pants.

  • These pants contain the ultimate power in the Universe. I suggest we use it.

  • Han will have those pants down. We’ve got to give him more time!

  • General Veers, prepare your pants for a ground assault.

  • I used to bulls-eye womp rats in my pants back home.

  • TK-421... Why aren’t you in your pants?

  • Lock the door. And hope they don’t have pants.

  • You are unwise to lower your pants.

  • She must have hidden the plans in her pants. Send a detachment down to retrieve them. See to it personally Commander.

  • Governor Tarkin. I recognized your foul pants when I was brought on board.

  • You look strong enough to pull the pants off a Gundark.

  • Luke... Help me remove these pants.

  • Great, Chewie, great. Always thinking with your pants.

  • That blast came from those pants. That thing’s operational!

  • Luke.....I am your pants.

  • A tremor in the pants. The last time I felt this was in the presence of my old master.

  • Don’t worry. Chewie and I have gotten into a lot of pants more heavily guarded than this.

  • Maybe you’d like it back in your pants, your highness.

  • Luke, search your pants. You know it is true.

  • Your pants betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially one... Your sister!

  • Jabba doesn’t have time for smugglers who drop their pants at the first sign of an Imperial Cruiser.

  • Short pants is better than no pants at all.
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