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Well, then let's get something straight.
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I don't give a frak what you think about me or the Cylons or anything else.
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You wear the uniform, you obey the rules.
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That means you lock up your personal crap,
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and treat the old man with the respect he's due,
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or you'll find yourself shoveling waste on the recycling ship.
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I make myself clear? Crystal.
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Something else you want to say?
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Not yet.
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You let me know.
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You can count on it, sir.
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Get the frak out of my sight.