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Viper 1 0-26, aboard.
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- Eleven-ten, aboard. - F.T.L., go!
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Sub-light, go!
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The board is green. Ship reports ready for jump as soon as landing bay's secure.
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Two Vipers still out there, sir-- Starbuck and Apollo.
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We can't stand toe to toe with those baseships. Retract the pods.
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I can't leave 'em here.
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- Patch me through to Starbuck. - Sir.
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What do you hear?
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Starbuck, Galactica. What do you hear?
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- What? - Morning, Starbuck. What do you hear?
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Nothin' but the rain.