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One of the joys of being long dead, I suppose.
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Now, hurry. You're going to be late meeting Laura.
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CAROLANNE: Maybe she's got a thing for bad boys. She wouldn't be the first.
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She's the President of the Twelve Colonies.
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Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Of course.
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Since you've created one God-like facade for yourself,
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why not invent another one for her?
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It's another excuse to keep your distance.
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Admiral.
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Madam President.
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How are you? Very good.
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I'm sorry. I'm sure this all could have been done over the wireless,