[Luke has never thought of himself as particularly smart; he grins at the compliment, but doesn't argue.] There's no opportunity for anyone on Tatooine, unless you want to spend your whole life hoping the Hutts don't raise the water tax higher than you can pay, or that sand people don't destroy everything you own. There's nothing here. There never really will be.

[It could be said bitterly, or with stubborn sadness, but Luke says it like it's a simple fact. He's not stuck here anymore, not really, so doesn't even have it in him to complain about it like he used to. But that doesn't change the fact that he dislikes this place.]

Oh- hold on, I want to see if I can make it go faster.

[While they drive, Luke begins fiddling with the yaw control, see-sawing the speeder in the air. Each downward slide improves the speed just slightly, while also creating a wave of sand rushing out in the desert below them. It's an old trick for improving the speed of poor motors.]