Sally: Uh, you're Mark Hamill, right?
Mark Hamill: Yes.
Sally: Okay, well, look, I hate to do this, but I really-
Mark Hamill: No problem at all. It's okay. Here we go.
Sally: Um, what are you doing?
Mark Hamill: Well, signing my name.
Sally: Uh, I don't need proof, pal! I know it's you! Move over, sweetie. Get up! All right, here's what's gonna happen, okay? My family is gonna sit here and you guys are gonna sit over there. [Dick and Harry use bread sticks like lightsabers]
Mark Hamill: Hey, how about this: I'll give you a copy of my new book, and we'll call it even.
Sally: Okay, how about this? Why don't you book over to that table?
Mark Hamill: Look, I'm sorry. I'm not moving anywhere.
Sally: I disagree.
[Sally pulls Mark Hamill out of his chair and shoves him over to Dick and Harry's table. After they pass him back to Sally, she gives him a noogie.]
Harry: He seems very down-To-earth.
Dick: Ooh! Scrappy.
Harry: May the force be with you, buddy!