Noel: I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous here. Noel: Can we start over? Noel: I love your daughter, and I promise to love her always. Noel: More than anything, I want to marry her. Noel: It would mean a lot to both of us if I had your consent. Little Vader: Until she gets old/and or fat. Little Vader: Unless she gets old/and or fat. Little Vader: Seriously, I should write fortune cookies. Little Vader: And obituaries.