- [while trekking through a sewer to reach the enemy camp]
- Obi-Wan Kenobi: What an incredible smell you've discovered.
- Obi-Wan Kenobi: So, I assume the plan is to crawl through the sewer, work our way our way to the shield generator, fight our way through the defenses, blow up the generator, knocking out the shield and all our troops swarm in and overwhelm the enemy?
- Anakin Skywalker: Yep. Let's go.
- [as Dooku and Grievous spar with lightsabers]
- Count Dooku: Stop using the standard attacks! Use the unorthodox!
- [Grievous inverts and uses his feet to swing the blades]
- Count Dooku: How often must I tell you? Control my central line!
- [Grievous makes a sudden attack that Dooku narrowly evades]
- Count Dooku: Good.
- [Grievous charges again, Dooku uses the Force to send him skidding into some barrels. Grievous leaps up and attacks again]
- Count Dooku: Faster, destroy my focus! You're holding the saber too tightly...
- [knocks it out of Grievous's hand]
- Count Dooku: Now too lightly.
- Count Dooku: [sees Grievous's lightsaber] Hmm, a new one?
- General Grievous: Your training has served me well. It has awarded me many trophies.
- Count Dooku: Don't let your pursuit of trinkets cloud your reality. Remember what I taught you, General. If you are to succeed in combat against the best of the Jedi, you must have fear, surprise, and intimidation on your side. But if any one element is lacking, it would be best for you to retreat. You must break them before you engage them. Only then will you ensure victory and have your trophy.
- [Obi-Wan is huddled up in a rainy bunker]
- Commander Cody: General Kenobi?
- Obi-Wan Kenobi: Commander Cody.
- Commander Cody: The siege goes well. With our continued barrage, their shield should be down in three months.
- Obi-Wan Kenobi: But we've been here a month already!
- Commander Cody: Yes, sir. We're right on schedule.
- [He rockets away. Obi-Wan groans]
- General Oro Dassyne: I wonder how many they'll send. We've got so much firepower in here, these walls are ray-shielded. Heh, they can't take this fort. It'll probably be, uh, fifty Jedi! They'll need at least that many. Or maybe a hundred Jedi! They'll never take this base with less! Heh, they'll need an army of Jedi! Ha-ha-ha...
- Battle Droid: I have a visual.
- General Oro Dassyne: Jedi?
- Battle Droid: I think so.
- General Oro Dassyne: How many? A thousand?
- Battle Droid: No.
- General Oro Dassyne: Eighty?
- Battle Droid: No, sir.
- General Oro Dassyne: What, fifty?
- Battle Droid: Less.
- General Oro Dassyne: Forty? Come on, how many?
- Battle Droid: Two.
- General Oro Dassyne: What? Give me those!
- [He grabs the macrobinoculars from the battle droid, looks, and sees Obi-Wan and Anakin approaching]