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Well, sir, it's hardly the weather...
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Well, whatever it is.
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How many Cylon attacks have there been since I took office?
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How many?
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None, sir.
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None. Precisely. So why do the people complain?
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Tell the union to get off their fat asses
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and do some frakking work for a change
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or I'll start rounding up their leaders
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and holding them in detention.
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I doubt they'll like that very much.
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I'll tell them, Mr. President.