"... the spice comes from where?" asked Luke, his eyes widening.

The guy in the odd jumpsuit cast him another look out of those strange eyes: blue as Luke's own, but blue all the way, even the whites of his eyes were blue.

When the guy explained it, again, this time drawing on the bar, Luke thought about eating the poop of Krayt Dragons, and decided that he would rather be a Jedi than a spice smuggler.