Darth Vader: You have failed me for the last time, Admiral! Captain Piett?
Captain Firmus Piett: Yes, my Lord?
Darth Vader: Make ready to land our troops beyond their energy field, and deploy the fleet, so that nothing gets off the system. (Ozzel collapses to the floor) You are in command now, Admiral Piett.
Admiral Firmus Piett: (nervously) Thank you, Lord Vader!
Lt. Col. Moore: All right, your officer's dead, what do you do?
Platoon Sergeant: First—
Lt. Col. Moore: All right, he hesitated, HE'S dead! What do you do?
Sgt. Savage: GET OFF THE CHOPPER!
Troops, in unison: Yes, sir!
Lt. Col. Moore: We'll be landing under fire, gentlemen. Men will die.