Jabba the Hutt - Character Profile
"Don't stray too far, my lovely. Soon you will learn to appreciate me."
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- Basic Info
- Hutts & Slave Girls
- Selected Excerpts
- Revenge of the Jedi Second Draft Summary
- 1983 ROTJ Novelization
- Tales from Jabba's Palace
- ROTJ Radio Drama
- The Hutt Gambit
- Rebel Dawn
- The Mandalorian Armor
- Slave Ship
- Episode I Journal: Anakin Skywalker
- 2004 ROTJ Junior Novelization
- Beware the Power of the Dark Side!
- From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi
- Cast & Crew Statements
- Gallery
- List of Selected Works
Basic Info
- Name: Jabba Desilijic Tiure
- Species: Hutt
- Gender: Male
- Age: ~600 years old
- Appearance: Large slug-like form, bloated with fat, green slimy skin, orange serpentine eyes
- Role: Crime Lord
- Resources: Galaxy-spanning criminal empire based out of Tatooine
- Personality: Hedonistic, glutton, lustful, dominating, sadist, bloodthirsty, wrathful
- Turn-Ons: Dancers, musical performances, sail barge cruises, scantily clad slave girls on leashes, vore
- Quick Bio: One of the galaxy's biggest kingpins of illegal smuggling, piracy, and slavery. Leader of the Desilijic crime family and a ranking member of the Hutt Council. Rose to prominence through a mix of ruthlessness and cunning. Resides on Tatooine in his old age to freely indulge his love of violent entertainment and his insatiable appetite for food, spice, and women. Has a single heir: a Huttlet named Rotta.
Further Reading: Wookieepedia article on Jabba
Hutts & Slave Girls
Already infamous for embracing the practices of indentured servitude and slavery, the Hutts take their vileness a step further with their taste in exotic slave girls. In theory, alien slugs like the Hutts should not be attracted to beautiful humanoid females when the two are so physiologically different from one another. And yet, it is rare for Hutt crime lords to not have humanoid dancers or slave girls in their service.
In most cases, a Hutt collects Twi'lek dancers and other desirable humanoids to impress "lesser beings" who covet such females. Many Hutts view themselves as gods whom all other species must worship; by possessing glamorous women, these megalomaniacal slugs aim to exert influence over the rest of their subjects. Additionally, the Hutts personally derive enjoyment from dominating and humiliating their alluring captives.
Enslavement to a Hutt is not a pleasant experience. Forced to wear skimpy outfits accentuating their beauty and bondage, the Hutts' slave girls are regarded by their masters as little more than pets, and sometimes are literally kept on leashes. Shock collars and implanted transmitters are also alternative means of keeping captives in line. Any slave who dares defy her captor risks punishment in the form of beatings, torture, or death.
Women with the aptitude to do so take up exotic dancing as a temporary reprieve from being in intimate proximity to a foul-smelling, disgusting Hutt. Those slaves who can't perform usually resort to spice addiction in order to cope with the humiliation of captivity. On rare occasions, a slave girl might earn a Hutt's approval and be promoted to a less demeaning position such as a slave overseer or even a majordomo.
A clever and resourceful woman is capable of using the Hutts' hunger for slave girls to her advantage. One common way of infiltrating a Hutt's organization and currying favor with that crime boss is by presenting oneself as a scantily clad dancer, or otherwise pretending to be enslaved. More than one Hutt has ended up assassinated at the hands of a seemingly docile and helpless slave.
Jabba's Desire for Humanoid Females
Jabba in particular is a sexual deviant, even compared to his fellow Hutts. Unlike most others of his kind, the Desilijic crime boss is afflicted with excessive libido and uses slave girls to sate his hunger for fleshly pleasures. Rivals of the Desilijic crime family look down upon that clan for their hedonistic overindulgences, with Jabba's peculiar fondness for leashed females being noted as especially gaudy—even by his own relatives. Although nobody knows why Jabba chooses to operate out of an inhospitable desert planet like Tatooine, one possibility is that on a world too arid for the typical swamp-loving Hutt to tolerate, the crime lord is free to partake in all his perverse vices away from the scrutiny of the rest of his species.
The prettiest women of Jabba's harem are reserved for his pleasure alone, and are thus kept chained close to the bloated monster. However, Jabba is known for rewarding favored minions with the company of his trophy pets from time to time. Dancing girls in Jabba's palace who fail to catch his eye do not enjoy the Hutt's "protection"; they are left to fend off his more unsavory underlings, who frequently accept low pay in exchange for the right to do with these women as they please.
Perhaps the only thing more sickening than Jabba's desire for slave girls is the bloodlust he experiences upon one's unfortunate demise. Should one of the Hutt's unwilling female companions reject his amorous advances, the bloated gangster can just as easily get a thrill out of feeding that unfortunate woman to his beastly pet rancor. On rare occasions, Jabba has even been known to make meals out of slave girls, swallowing them whole.
Selected Excerpts
Revenge of the Jedi Second Draft Summary
LEIA
My love, you’re back.Han seems dazed. But more alarming, his eyes do not focus. He is blind.
HAN
… Who? …Leia kisses him deeply, again. Han smiles.
HAN
Leia!But then Jabba appears: “My old friend Solo with my new friend, the Stranger. Solo, you’re looking much livelier after your nap … Our mysterious bounty hunter is to my liking.”
JABBA (to Leia, in soothing Huttese)
As for you, my lovely thing, why do you waste your time on such trash?THREEPIO (translating)
He thinks Captain Solo is not a suitable companion.JABBA (to Leia, in Huttese)
I have seen you like to kiss. I like the way you kiss.
(he grins)
And I like to kiss, also!Leia looks at Threepio, questioningly.
THREEPIO
You’re not going to like it, Your Highness.LEIA
Death?THREEPIO
Worse.Jabba speaks to the Guards holding Leia and they bring her toward him. Inexorably, her tiny face crosses the distance to his immense blob of a head. Jabba puckers up. Leia looks sick.
1983 ROTJ Novelization
Jabba leered through the smoke of his hooka and beckoned the creature Oola to come sit beside him. She stopped dancing instantly, a fearful look in her eye, and backed up, shaking her head. Apparently she had suffered such invitations before.
Jabba became angry. He pointed unmistakably to a spot beside him on the dais. “Da eitha!” he growled.
Oola shook her head more violently, her face a mask of terror. “Na chuba negatorie. Na! Na! Natoota...”
Jabba became livid. Furiously he motioned to Oola. “Boscka!”
Jabba pushed a button as he released Oola’s chain. Before she could flee, a grating trap door in the floor dropped open, and she tumbled into the pit below. The door snapped shut instantly. A moment of silence, followed by a low, rumbling roar, followed by a terrified shriek was followed once more by silence.
Jabba laughed until he slobbered. A dozen revelers hurried over to peer through the grate, to observe the demise of the nubile dancer.
. . . “We have powerful friends Jabba. You will soon regret this...”
“I'm sure, I’m sure,” the old gangster rumbled with glee, “but in the meantime, I will thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of your company.”
He pulled her eagerly to him until their faces were mere inches apart, her belly pressed to his oily snake skin. She thought about killing him outright, then and there. But she held her ire in check, since the rest of these vermin might have killed her before she could escape with Han. Better odds were sure to come later. So she swallowed hard and, for the time being, put up with this slimepot as best she could.
Threepio peeked out momentarily, then immediately withdrew again. “Oh no, I can’t watch.”
Foul beast that he was, Jabba poked his fat, dripping tongue out to the princess, and slopped a beastly kiss squarely on her mouth.
Leia! The star captain’s stomach dropped at the thought of what must be happening to her now. . . .
. . . Nothing could give Jabba more pleasure than to defile the princess and kill Solo.
He tugged, with his swollen fingers, on the chain attached to Princess Leia’s neck. The more resistance he met with, the more he drooled—until he’d drawn the struggling, scantily-clad princess close to him once more.
“Don’t stray too far, my lovely. Soon you will begin to appreciate me.” He pulled her very near and forced her to drink from his glass.
Leia opened her mouth and she closed her mind. It was disgusting, of course; but there were worse things, and in any case, this wouldn’t last.
Tales from Jabba's Palace
. . . between Jabba’s wholesale consumption of triglycerides, cholesterol, and alcohol—never mind substances less identifiable—and indescribable sexual practices, the Hutt would scarcely need poison.
Jabba chuckled, a sound like a bantha being gutted—slowly. “We’ll let my little one prove,” he said, and dragged on the chain he held. From the dais beside him rose the lovely Twi’lek dancer Oola, Jabba’s newest pet. Her delicate face showed apprehension, as well it might.
Porcellus had never learned exactly what Jabba did with his “pets”—usually female but always young, lithe, and beautiful—but he knew they seldom lasted long and he’d heard some truly horrible tales from his friend and fellow slave Yarna the Askajian.
At the moment, however, all the Hutt did was scoop up a fingerful of the vegetable-crepe stuffing and hold it out to her, and after a moment, with visible distaste, Oola licked the subtly flavored concoction from his slimy hand.
ROTJ Radio Drama
THREEPIO
I see you are a dancing girl. I had no idea Jabba employed quite so many.ARICA
I'm his latest acquisition. I heard the girls make a lot of money dancing here. Hmhmm, at least the ones that survive 'til payday.THREEPIO
Well, I hope your salary is more generous than your costume . . .
ARICA
Jabba's calling on one of his dancers. That's Oola; if you've never seen a Twi'lek female dance, you're in for a treat.THREEPIO
Yes, she's uhh... quite flexible.ARICA
She's Jabba's current favorite.THREEPIO
I suppose that must be why he keeps her chained to his throne.ARICA
It won't last. There's one dance she won't do for Jabba no matter how much he pays her.THREEPIO
Oh my! He's dragging her towards him by the chain! She won't have much choice now, I'm afraid.ARICA
Hmm, she's putting up a good fight. But what I know of Jabba, he won't tolerate that for long.
JABBA
Ah nah mah toe tah! Leiiaaa...THREEPIO
The uhh... the voluptuary Jabba is unworried. He observes that the Princess Leia Organa looks... looks good enough to eat.LEIA
Ooh! Oh! Get that tongue off me, you repulsive... Hutt... degenerate! Ooh! Ahh! Augh!
The Hutt Gambit
But Aruk was not one of those sybaritic Hutts who relished the pleasures of the flesh. True, he was a gourmet, and often a gourmand, but he didn't maintain entire palaces filled with slaves to cater to his slightest—or most perverse whim, the way some Hutts did.
Aruk had heard that Jiliac's nephew, Jabba, kept several female dancing humanoids—humanoids, of all things!—on leashes near him at all times. Aruk considered such indulgences distasteful and extravagant. The Desilijic clan had always had a weakness for fleshly pleasures. Jiliac's taste was better than Jabba's, but he enjoyed hedonistic excess just as much as his nephew.
Rebel Dawn
Jiliac turned to regard her nephew in surprise. "Jabba, you are talking about a human. And a human male at that. Have your tastes changed? I thought you had a penchant for those tiresome scantily clad dancers you fancy. It is hard for me to picture Solo in a dancing costume, cavorting with that great hairy brute of a Wookiee before your throne."
Jabba watched her as she walked away, and found himself thinking that she'd look magnificent in a dancing girl's costume. All that reddish hair spilling down over her bare shoulders. Nicely muscled shoulders. This human was fit, exquisitely so, and her height was impressive. What a dancing girl she'd make! Jabba sighed.
The Mandalorian Armor
. . . Jabba had liked pretty things, regarding them as exquisite delicacies for his senses, like the wriggling food he'd stuffed down his capacious gullet. And just as with those squirming tidbits, Jabba had savored the death of the young and beautiful. The pet rancor, in its bone-lined cavern beneath the palace, had merely been an extension of Jabba's appetites.
Slave Ship
. . . She had been no more than a dancing girl to Jabba; she was sure of that, having seen the slit pupils of the Hutt’s eyes narrow upon sight of her, with the same malignant, destructive lusts that all things of beauty had evoked in his blubber-swaddled heart.
. . . all the thugs and scoundrels took their cues from their master’s own tastes in the suffering of other creatures. A Hutt like Jabba didn’t count his wealth just in how many credits he kept heaped up in his treasure vaults, but also in how much pain and death he could inflict ... and savor, like one of the squirming little delicacies that his tiny hands had stuffed into the lipless chasm of his mouth. A good number of Jabba’s hirelings had worked for cheap—his favorite salary arrangement—with the understanding that they could indulge their cruel appetites as well.
Poor Oola had been one of the prettiest of the palace’s dancing girls, and thus reserved for Jabba’s pleasure; that had been symbolized by the fine-linked chain he’d kept her on.
Episode I Journal: Anakin Skywalker
I knew if I lost the race, Qui-Gon, Padme, and the others might be stuck on Tatooine for a long time. And when you were young and pretty on Tatooine, it wasn't long before you belonged to Jabba. To imagine Padme chained like a slave made my blood boil.
2004 ROTJ Junior Novelization
"I'm sure," Jabba slobbered. His tongue lolled out out of his wide mouth and brushed against the side of her face and clothes.
"Ugh!" Leia said, recoiling.
C-3PO trembled and looked away. "Ohhh, I can't bear to watch," he cried.
Jabba thought Leia had a pleasant flavor, but he didn't care much for her drab, dusty clothes. He ordered Bib Fortuna to fetch some garments that were more to his taste. . . .
Beware the Power of the Dark Side!
Not all here are evil and ugly, though. Jabba collects beautiful women of many races to keep as playthings—or sometimes as meals. There lies one now, dressed in an uncomfortable, revealing costume and chained to Jabba’s throne. . . . She is a slave, forced to dance for Jabba’s delight.
The music is a cue to the dancers that it is time to shimmy and squirm around in a way that will be pleasing to Jabba.
Oola, the Twi’lek slave girl, knows how drastic the punishment will be if she fails to please him. Though chained to the throne, she dances and whirls and, alas, pleases Jabba too much.
The great slug pulls the chain with his tiny arms, desirous of dragging her into his greedy, slimy embrace.
“Da Eitha!”
This is too much. Her revulsion at Jabba’s bloated body is greater even than her fear. She flings herself backward.
“Na Chuba negatorie Na!” she begs.
Jabba growls. Pulls harder.
“Na!” she cries. Desperate now she grabs the chain and pulls against him. “Natoota!”
“Boscka!” roars Jabba, and now his anger is greater than his desire. This is beneath him! Playing tug-of-war with a Twi’lek dancer! How dare she!
Jabba lets go of the chain to slam his fist down on a button on his armrest.
There is a moment now—a split second—for Oola to realize how dearly she will pay for her refusal to cuddle with the monster.
Tipped off by Boba Fett, Jabba had known it wasn’t really Boushh under the helmet. But he had guessed that the imposter was just another lowlife smuggler. A short lowlife smuggler. But to his hideous delight it turned out to be a beautiful woman—just a human, but beautiful nonetheless.
Drooling with the pleasure of it all, he gulps down a glassful of thick, green liquid. It’s strong stuff and half this much would kill a lesser creature, but it merely intoxicates Jabba.
And now, for pleasure of another kind, he tugs on a chain to bring his slave dancer close enough for a kiss.
From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi
The smugglers and assassins jeered as a green Twi’lek woman danced atop a metal grille, the collar around her neck chained to a long, hidebound leash that snaked toward the dais where the Hutt himself sat.
“Like her?” Fortuna asked, having followed Boba’s line of sight. “She’s a favorite. I brought her in specifically for her hue.”
Of course—the Empire willfully ignored the Twi’lek trade. The rarer and more beautiful they were, the more they were paraded about as a status symbol.
Jabba was watching the display while taking puffs on his hookah pipe. He yanked on the chain and the Twi’lek woman fell onto the grille, making the court laugh.
The green Twi’lek had returned to her dance. Under the grille Boba thought he heard the low growl of the rancor, desperate for a meal. Jabba liked to keep his pets hungry.
. . . Jabba yanked on the dancer’s chain again, making her stumble toward him. She clearly fought back the urge to resist before she was pulled close enough for him to stroke her head.
. . . Both of them avoided glancing in the direction of the throne as Jabba slobbered all over Oola, who for a time bore it in silence. Some things couldn’t be helped. Elsewhere among the stars there were heroes and glorious battles and grand speeches and noble causes. Here in the wastelands of the Dune Sea, there was only this.
Cast & Crew Statements
George Lucas (Story & Screenplay)
Jabba is based on evil sultan-like characters. I guess Sydney Greenstreet would be a good example; and Marlon Brando in the Godfather would be a good example. There’s always been rotund, evil sultans who sit on their beds while others are tortured in front of them.
When Han and Leia are discovered . . . Jabba is sitting back there and says, ‘So you like to kiss? I like to kiss, too.’ Jabba knows that at any moment she could try to kill him, but he loves that. He loves the fact that she’s going to be there by his side as her boyfriend is thrown to the lions; he can slobber in her ear, listening to Han scream bloody murder as his arms get ripped from his body.
Billy Dee Williams (Lando Calrissian)
Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia got as close to Jabba the Hutt as anyone. The eighteen-foot long gangster with runaway hormones took a liking to her.
. . . I didn't envy Carrie Fisher. As an actress, she had to figure out how to play off this undulating mass of blubber.
Let me ask you something: how do you have a meaningful relationship with a three-ton slug?
Toby Philpott (Jabba Puppeteer)
When Jabba is behind the curtain (as Carrie Fisher gets Harrison Ford out of his carbonized state), and then grabs Leia, the director whispered to me (through the radio headphone) to try to lick the side of her face in the next take, to get a real reaction, (the tongue was covered in KY Jelly.)
I didn't want to, without telling her, (because the tongue was hard to control or direct.) They talked me into it.
'And....ACTION.'
David gloats, we chuckle, and then I went for it. There was a commotion, and
'CUT!'
Then a lot of fussing around. Then another take.
Only at tea break did I find out what happened. (I wasn't looking forward to meeting Carrie Fisher with her minders - I imagined her arriving going 'which asshole puppeteer works the tongue?')
People said 'Why did you do that?' They were stunned that anyone could be so brave or stupid in a high budget production, where minutes cost hundreds of pounds. 'I had to,' I said, ' the director told me to.'
I told them that I couldn't really see what happened, because of the stupid arrangement of having to operate Jabba with only a general view of the set - Jim Henson let the puppeteers see exactly what the camera saw, so you would know how hard to work - how close-up it was etc.
'What happened? I said, 'I heard her gasp.'
'You stuck Jabba's tongue right in her ear.'
David Barclay (Jabba Puppeteer)
One of the issues was where we were positioned inside Jabba. We couldn’t reach each other’s hands – my right hand couldn’t touch his left hand – so grabbing hold of the chain together and pulling in Carrie Fisher was extremely tough to do. First, we couldn’t see anything – we were completely blind in there – and we couldn’t coordinate our hands. So we had to figure out a way to pull Carrie in without strangling her. Those were real chains around her neck, so we had to be really careful because there were no safeguards.
One afternoon when we were working on Jabba, Princess Leia in the slave costume was lying against Jabba. And so the director said to me 'David, would you put your hand on Carrie's shoulder?' I said Ok. I was looking at these tiny little monitors and really couldn't see much at all. I reposition my body on the Jabba torso, reach down and put my hand on a shoulder. And then she said, 'Jabba, that's not my shoulder.' I think it's the only time Jabba blushed.
Femi Taylor (Oola)
. . . My Jabba, the puppet Jabba, had so much character in his face. His tongue and eyes moved, he was covered in slime and he was just so real. It was quite daunting once I got into character. I looked at him and thought, 'I really have to be strong to stand up to you.'
Carrie Fisher (Princess Leia)
. . . I don't think I'll ever be disappointed in the way he looks. He is what he is, that's the thing. He doesn't pretend to be anything else. He doesn't feel the need to be charming or anything. He's just an unpretentious, very straightforward guy. And I love him.
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List of Selected Works
Licensed Material
- Film & Animation:
- Return of the Jedi
- The Phantom Menace
- The Clone Wars film & "Hunt for Ziro"
- Galaxy of Adventures: "Jabba the Hutt - Galactic Gangster"
- Comics:
- Jabba the Hutt: The Art of the Deal
- Return of the Jedi manga adaptation
- Republic: Outlander
- Infinities: The Empire Strikes Back
- Age of Rebellion – Jabba the Hutt one-shot
- War of the Bounty Hunters – Jabba the Hutt one-shot
- Return of the Jedi – Jabba's Palace one-shot
- Literature:
- 1983 Return of the Jedi novelization
- Tales from Jabba’s Palace
- The Hutt Gambit & Rebel Dawn
- The Clone Wars novelization
- Video Games:
- Star Wars: Demolition
- Empire at War: Forces of Corruption
- Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga
- Kinect Star Wars (Galactic Dance Battle)
- Tabletop Gaming:
- Star Wars Customizable Card Game: Jabba's Palace Limited
- Edge of the Empire: Lords of Nal Hutta
Non-Fiction References
- Books:
- The Making of Return of the Jedi by J.W. Rinzler
- Video Documentaries:
- Classic Creatures: Return of the Jedi
- Slimy Piece of Worm-Ridden Filth: Life Inside Jabba the Hutt by Jamie Benning
- Online Articles:
- Websites:
- Jabba at Home by Toby Philpott
- Mighty Jabba's Collection website & YouTube channel
Mature Fandom Content
- Videos:
- Comics & Visual Stories:
- A Hutt's Hospitality by xhrsa & WadeVezecha
- Betrayed to Jabba Part I, Part II, & Part III by dazinbane
- Fiction:
- Jabba as a Protagonist Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4 by Comprehensive_Act669
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