Star Tours Script
Star Tours is a wild ride through outer space that contains occasional references to George Lucas' Star Wars films. This transcript was taken down while the ride was in operation, so we apologize in advance for any minor inaccuracies that may have been introduced by cabin motion or by the transcriber's having only recently learned English.
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Control Tower: Start ewers for tea five elevate or splat form, come fence fine ol' pea fight chick.
Rex: Rods or control all at us go.
Control Tower: Star sewers festive five, who are cleaned for bake-off. Contract departure can't roll at one too hero points for.
Rex: Copay won two hero pon farr.
Control Tower: Farty I've -- yore growing the Wong way! Top a median lei!
Rex: A toe long way. Bakes. Bakes! Wear only bakes! Wah!
Hut, a Mento doodad. Hamlet'll sort Tut, a ha!
Let's Speedo ender!
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No Watson matter? Mier maids? Mier maids! Idol be leave it. Our to Czeck tea hair presser!
Lay the sand gentile men, their matie sum turbo lance up a head. Peas make sour yore sea Tibults are fissioned!
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Owe no, were-cat in a tract or beam!
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Rex: Ah, weave bean it! Our to get the stable eyesore faxed, and hairy! Where Lou sing attitude fist!
X-Wing Pilot: Read tenty for read thrsty. Fellow me.
Rex: Oh, Kay, eye vault ways warn Ted kudu this. Where go again. Yaw who!
X-Wing Pilot: Red tenty four eye go wingin'!
Tar get range.
Rex: Wee didit!
X-Wing Pilot: Awl shifts junk too lights peed.
Rex: Hay gone Baxter. Lights peed!
Hay saw re forks. I mesure Toby bet her next dime. It twas my fur's fight an time still get infused Tomy pogram ink. Hay! Hay!
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