Paranoia is a wondrous, wondrous thing.

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Shmi: You must leave me now.
Qui-Gon: I thought... we were getting along really well.
Shmi: But it's not us! It's everything around us.
Qui-Gon: What do you mean?
Shmi: The Hutts will be after you.
Qui-Gon: Oh, right. Yeah.
Shmi: And word has probably spread about you being a Jedi. There will be bounty hunters too.
Qui-Gon: Uh... good point.
Shmi: Not to mention the Sand People. It's so noble of you to risk your life, coming back to pick up my son.
{beat}
Qui-Gon: I make a Spot check.
Shmi: Oh, you won't see the bounty hunters coming.
Shmi: Not until it's too late.
Qui-Gon: Anakin! Get a move on! We're leaving now!