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All right, Ensign,
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I'm assigning you to the Weasel. She's right over there.
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She's beautiful, sir.
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Not the Viper, rook. The bird behind her.
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That old flying pillbox, sir?
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It's a Raptor. That's the designation and you're qualified.
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- No, sir, there has to be some kind...- Respectfully.
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Respectfully, sir, there is a mistake.
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I did not rate top of my class so I could drive a bus.
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I'm a Viper pilot.
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Congratulations.
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I'll break it down for you like this.