[After Rabban has been summoned over his failure to stop the Fremen] [furious]
Fremen attacks, on your watch?! Your orders were to restore spice production to full capacity. Do you know what it means if you fail? [Rabban glances at the corpses of several servants killed by the Baron in a fit of pique] The Emperor will take spice out of our control. Tighten your grip, Rabban...
Glossu Rabban Harkonnen
[fearfully]
Uncle...
Or feel mine on your neck.
