It was finally Solo—of all people—who opened his mouth to speak for the group. For the Alliance.
“Tell [the Ewoks] this, Goldenrod—’ he smiled at [C-3PO], with conscious affection for the first time. ‘Tell them it’s hard to translate a rebellion, so maybe a translator shouldn’t tell the story. So I’ll tell ‘em.
“They shouldn’t help us ’cause we’re asking ’em to. They shouldn’t even help us ’cause it’s in their own interest to—even though it is, you know—just for one example, the Empire’s tappin’ a lot of energy out of this moon to generate its deflector shield, and that’s a lot of energy you guys are gonna be without come winter, and I mean you’re gonna be hurtin’…but never mind that. Tell ‘em. Threepio.”
Threepio told them. Han went on.
“But that’s not why they should help us. That’s why I used to do stuff, because it was in my interest. But not anymore. Well, not so much, anyway. Mostly I do things for my friends, now—’cause what else is so important? Money? Power? Jabba had that, and you know what happened to him. Okay, okay, the point is
— your friends are…your friends. You know?”
This was one of the most inarticulate pleas Leia had ever heard, but it made her eyes fill with tears.
— Return of the Jedi, Chapter VI