YODA: Hmm. That face you make. Look I so old to young eyes?
Luke is sitting in a corner of the cramped space and, indeed, his look has been woeful. Caught, he tries to hide it.
LUKE: No... of course not.
YODA (tickled, chuckles): I do, yes, I do! Sick have I become. Old and weak. (Points a crooked finger) When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm?
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