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I'm good, I'm good.
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What the hell just happened?
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STARBUCK: Your port gun's blown.
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Just keep it steady. We're heading home.
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Galactica, this is Starbuck. I'm declaring an emergency.
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We've got two bent birds, requesting priority clearance to land.
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LSO:Starbuck, Galactica. Flight deck is yours.
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Why don't you just shoot us in the locker room, Chief?
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Save the wear and tear on the ships.
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Kat's guns are clean. I checked them myself.
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Yeah, well, I don't believe in accidents.
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Chief, something's not right.