Qui-Gon collects his winnings; Anakin says a significant goodbye (and a significant hello); Palpatine is, was, and ever shall be the goddamn worst.
Qui-Gon makes the galaxy’s most significant bet; Anakin probably buys that Boonta Eve poster he keeps in his room later.
Artoo saves the gang for the first of what is surely at least a hundred times by now; it’s time once again for some coarse, rough, irritating sand.
We go back to the beginning, which is easily as weird and dorky as the middle and the end. (Also Obi-Wan’s terrible haircut is there.)
Saw’s fight is over; Galen’s read the guide on how to die like a Star Wars dad; Anakin’s back again to defend his title.
Luke confronts Vader, and gets more than he bargained for; Next Stop: Sand!
Han, Leia and Chewie get an unexpected dinner guest; Obi-Wan and Yoda are once again no match for a Skywalker who’s set his mind on something.
Leia and Han head off to the clouds; Yoda gets further proof that Luke is his father’s son.
Not for the first (or last!) time, Luke learns that someone isn’t quite who he thought they were.
K-2 proves once again that droids should not stay with the ship; Krennic gets a talking-to; no cause is complete without a couple of space monk husbands.