Harry: [o.s.] Housekeeping.
Mark Hamill: Oh, come on in.
Harry: Mr. Hamill, I will not lie to you. I am not from housekeeping. I'm here because my sister, who is your biggest fan in the world, has only 72 hours to live!
Mark Hamill: Gee, I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could do.
Harry: Actually, there is. Come with me to old downtown Rutherford, where you will be seen with her in a crowded restaurant. She then gets to pummel you and become a media sweetheart. I'll go get your bags. Oh, this would be nice. You can wear this.
[Mark Hamill pushes Harry into the closet and grabs the phone]
Marge: Could you get somebody from security up right away? What do you mean, there isn't any? The freakin' Ewoks at the Sheraton had security! Come on!