. . which reminds me, I have something for you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Gungan pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully...you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Master Skywalker would be talkin' right now to my son, Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talkin' to you, Luke. I got somethin' for you.
This lightsaber I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first Clone War. It was bought in a little general store in Mos Espa, Tattooine. Made by the first company to ever make lightsabers. Up till then people just carried pocket knives. It was bought by Padawan Anakin Skywalker Senior on the day he set sail for Coruscant. It was your great-grandfather's war lightsaber and he wore it everyday he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the lightsaber off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Anakin Skywalker Junior was called upon by his council to go overseas and fight the Trade Federation once again. This time they called it Clone War II. Your great-grandfather gave this lightsaber to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Junior's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Junior was a Jedi and he was killed -- along with the other Jedis at the battle of Naboo. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that planet alive. So three days before the Trade Federation took the planet, your granddad asked a gunner on a space transport by the name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold lightsaber. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold lightsaber. This lightsaber.
This lightsaber was on your Daddy's waist when he was shot down over Rodia. He was captured, put in a Rodian prison camp. He knew if the grooks ever saw the lightsaber it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, that lightsaber was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy green hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this lightsaber up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the lightsaber. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the lightsaber to you.