PALPATINE: No, honestly. Pure coincidence.

ANAKIN: How about that, oh, my master.

PALPATINE: Yes, indeed. How about that.
(Pause)
I think, my young apprentice, that you are ready to take your final step into the power of the Dark Side of the Force.

ANAKIN: What must I do, my master?

PALPATINE: It's not so much something you have to do. I have a present for you.

ANAKIN: A present, my master? I am not worthy ...

PALPATINE: Yes, yes, that's enough of that. But you see, I'm not going to have an apprentice of mine looking insufficiently menacing.

ANAKIN: I ... I do not understand, my master.

PALPATINE: Well ... Vader, do you recall as a young boy on Tattooine meeting up with a warrior with red skin, yellow eyes and horns?

ANAKIN: Oh, yes, master. Very frightening fellow.

PALPATINE: Yes, well, he was my apprentice. Darth Maul was his name.

ANAKIN: Really? I was never introduced, my master.

PALPATINE: No, but he scared the little pants off you as a boy, didn't he?

ANAKIN: Quite so, my master. A thoroughly scary individual, was that Darth Maul.

PALPATINE: Do you know what made Maul so scary, Vader?

ANAKIN: Was it the double-sided bo-stick lightsaber, my master?

PALPATINE: No, fool. It was the horns, the contact lenses, the makeup. And the scowl. We practiced that scowl for months before unleashing it on you.

ANAKIN: It was a very intimidating scowl, my master.

PALPATINE: Damn right, it was! I did everything I could think of to keep Maul from looking ... human. He was an animal, or so his victims should have thought.

ANAKIN: I certainly did, oh my mas...

PALPATINE: Shut up, Vader. I'm getting to my point.

ANAKIN: Yes, my master.

PALPATINE: I would love to slather you all over with scary red makeup, glue horns on your face and give you freakish contact lenses to wear, but that wouldn't work with you, Skywalker.

ANAKIN: Why not, my master?

PALPATINE: You are too cute.

ANAKIN: Thank you, my master. You are most gen...

PALPATINE: SILENCE! It is not good for a Dark Lord of the Sith to be cute. It spoils the image. I had to come up with a way to obscure your boyish good looks, and to match that excellent cloak you've taken to wearing.
(To a guard) GUARD! Bring the package.