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It was plain, clean, simple.
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KAT: Hey, did you see when I turned on that pair chasing me on the port beam?
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Yeah. I saw that. That was sweet.
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I rotate, pull back, hit the brakes, and there, bang!
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Left one's lined up dead-center ring.
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I chatter him, turn back to get his wingman...
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Jesus!
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APOLLO: Cylons! Come on! Move!
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Come on! Let's get out of here!
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Come on! Come on! Go! Go!
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My gods! It's coming!
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KAT: Go! Go! Go!