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MAN: K-Ro, get on the horn to CIC and alert the Admiral.
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MAN: Sir, Boomer's pulling a jump.
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If she jumps, the space shield
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disruption could tear Galactica's guts out.
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Hey. Hey. What have you been bitching about?
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It's not our fault the resin won't bond with these inferior alloys.
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In other words, it's our fault that this goop of yours isn't doing crap,
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except making this place smell like the inside of a latrine.
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Really? I thought that was you.
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Lady, you work on your side and I'll work on mine.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on. Hey. Come on.
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Not with this guy. Not now.