Dooku: I’m giving thought to leaving the Order.
The Republic is sliding deeper into chaos.
Jocasta Nu: He has a powerful face, doesn't he?
He was one of the most brilliant Jedi I have had the privilege of knowing.
Obi-Wan: I never understood why he quit.
Jocasta Nu: Well, one might say, he was always a bit out of step with the decisions of the Council...
much like your old Master,
Qui-Gon Jinn.
Obi-Wan: Really?
Jocasta Nu: Oh, yes. They were very individual thinkers...
idealists...
Dooku: So much to do. So much to do.
The Jedi have been my family since I was a child,
the Temple my home.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt…
I’ve felt like I don’t belong.
But my future lies here, on Serenno.
The Jedi are supposed to protect the galaxy and yet we remove ourselves from it.
Cut ourselves off.
Sifo-Dyas: This is where you belong.
You’re one of us.
Dooku: But I could have been so much more!
Palpatine: You’re one man against a galaxy full of scoundrels.
Dooku: One man should be able to make a difference if he is powerful enough.
As a people you called out for change,
you called out for leadership,
and I humbly answered that call.
Together we challenged the system.
We asked for equality.
And how were we met?
With war!
Quinlan Vos: Dooku is the war.
When he dies, it’s over.
With him gone,
the Jedi could really help people again.
Padmé: Have you ever considered that we may be on the wrong side?
What if the democracy we thought we were serving no longer exists,
and the Republic has become the very evil we've been fighting to destroy?
Dooku: The Republic cannot be fixed.
It is time to start over.
Palpatine: It might require a civil war.
Dooku: And how far from that are we now?
Ventress: How do you think this war is going to go?
What happens if you win?
Will you sit at the great man’s hand when the fighting is done?
I don’t think so.
Dooku: There is a cloud around me now.
Around all of us.
It’s like a sickness,
a fever in the blood.
War everywhere.
Cruelty.
Killing,
and some in my name.
Blood like rain.
I feel it all the time,
the cries of the dying in the Force, beating in me like a vein about to burst.
I am tired, Master.
So tired.
And like any old man, as the end nears,
I long to go home.