— Master Windu. I take it General Grievous has been destroyed then. I must say you're here sooner than expected.
— In the name of the galactic Senate of the Republic... You’re under arrest, chancellor.
— Are you trending me, master jedi?
— Your fate will be decided by The Senate.
— I am The Senate!
— Not yet.
— It’s treason, then.
— What does the dosimeter say?
— 3.6 roentgen, but that's as high as the meter...
— 3.6... Not great, not terrible.