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""Hi, I'm Mrs. Han Solo, and I'm an alcoholic. I'm an alcoholic because George Lucas ruined my life and I mean that in the nicest possible way. Fifty-seven years ago, I did his little Star Wars film, and cult film that went on to redefine what they laughingly call 'the face of cinema.' And now sixty-five years later, people are still asking me if I knew it was going to be that big of a hit. Yes. I knew. We all knew. The only one who didn't know was George. we kept it from him because we wanted to see what his face looked like when it changed expression.
George is a sadist.
But like any abused child wearing a metal bikini chained to a giant slug about to die, I keep coming back for more. Only a man like George could bring us whole new worlds populated by vivid extraordinary characters and providing Mark and Harrison and myself with enough fan mail and even a small merry band of stalkers, keeping us entertained for the rest of our unnatural lives.
George, the fact that you made me into a little doll that my first husband could stick pins into, a shampoo bottle where people could twist my head off and pour liquid out of my neck - "Lather up with Leia and you'll feel like a princess yourself!" - and yes, the little Pez dispenser so that my daughter Billie could bend my head back and pull a wafer out of my neck whenever she didn't want to do her homework...I suppose I don't mind. And though amongst your many possessions you have owned my likeness, lo, all these years so that every time I look in the mirror I have to send you a check for a couple dollars. Not to mention, you had the gall to let that chick - the new girl, who plays my mother, Queen Armadillo or whatever her name is - she wears a new hairstyle and outfit practically every time she walks through a door. I mean, I bet she even got to wear a bra, even though you told me I couldn't because there was no underwear in space!
I'm only slightly bitter, because you, my formerly silent friend, are an extraordinary talent and - let's face it! - an artist, the likes of which is seen perhaps once in a generation who helps define that generation and who deserves every award I now spend the latter half of my Leia-laden life helping to hurl your way. And in conclusion, your honor, I hope I slept with you to get the job, because if not, who the hell was that guy?!"
- Carrie Fisher
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