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Come on, admit it.
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Savor your victory, Mr. Adama,
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'cause you'll never get the chance to serve.
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What are you doing? Why?
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'Cause you're perfect for the job, of course.
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'Cause after the vicious aberration that was Baltar's presidency,
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and the bitter disappointment that was Roslin's,
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you are a shining beacon of hope.
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Only hope is the last thing we need.
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We're a doomed race,
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and it's time that we made our peace with that essential truth.
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Romo, what the hell are you talking about?