LEIA: We have powerful friends. You're going to regret this. JABBA THE HUTT: I'm sure.
Look at Jabba being all sarcastic. Who knew a giant slug could be such a wiseacre? Jabba's inability to understand true friendship is ultimately his undoing. He's willing to sacrifice his own goons to the rancor, and has no idea what real loyalty looks like. Nor does he know its awesome power.
HAN: Together again, huh? LUKE: Wouldn't miss it. HAN: How we doin'? LUKE: Same as always. HAN: That bad, huh?
Witty banter is a hallmark of BFFs, and Han is basically a banter machine.
YODA: That face you make—look I so old to young eyes? LUKE: No. Of course not. YODA: I do. Yes, I do. Sick have I become. Old and weak. When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not, hmm?
The fact that Yoda can tease Luke shows how deep their friendship is, and how it's evolved into something greater than just a mentor-mentee relationship. For the record, we think he looks fabulous for 900.
LUKE: Meet you back at the fleet. LEIA: Hurry. The Alliance should be assembled by now. LUKE: I will. HAN: Hey, Luke, thanks. Thanks for coming after me. I owe you one.
Does Luke really expect Han to pay him back? Probably not. In the wise, albeit slightly syrupy, words of Dionne Warwick and friends: that's what friends are for.
DARTH VADER: What is thy bidding, my master? THE EMPEROR: Send the fleet to the far side of Endor. There it will stay until called for. DARTH VADER: What of the reports of the Rebel fleet massing near Sullust? THE EMPEROR: It is of no concern. Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker will be one of us. Your work here is finished, my friend. Go out to the command ship and await my orders. DARTH VADER: Yes, my master.
Let's get one thing straight: The Emperor and Darth Vader aren't friends. The Emperor doesn't know jack about friendship. To him, being a friend is being subservient.
LUKE: I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have come. HAN: It's your imagination, kid. Come on, let's keep a little optimism here.
Han may be a smart-aleck most of the time, but still—he knows when to drop the cool guy façade and provide a pick-me-up to a friend in need.
C-3PO: Wonderful. We are now a part of the tribe. HAN: Just what I always wanted.
Han fancies himself a loner—the dude's last name is Solo, after all—but, in spite of the sarcasm on display here, he knows that he can't defeat the Empire on his own. The Ewoks may irk him, but, when it comes right down to it, he needs those little furballs.
LANDO: Don't worry, my friend's down there. He'll have that shield down in time. [to himself] Or this'll be the shortest offensive of all time.
When it comes to blowing up the Death Star, Lando puts a ton of trust in his old buddy Han. Even when Han's mission at the bunker on Endor hits some obstacles, Lando keeps the faith.
THE EMPEROR: Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends, up there on the sanctuary moon, are walking into a trap, as is your Rebel fleet. It was I who allowed the Alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band. An entire legion of my best troops awaits them. Oh, I'm afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.
The Emperor doesn't see friendship as a tool for success. He just sees it as a weapon. Here, he tries to use Luke's friends against him, to rile him up and send him careening toward the Dark Side in a ball of rage.
C-3PO: R2, why did you have to be so brave?
C-3PO and R2-D2 are basically the Bert and Ernie of the Star Wars universe. They're robotic platonic life partners. (Say that ten times fast.) These two droids are in it for the long haul, proving that you don't have to have a beating heart to love your BFF.