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Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: What's this? Fresh meat?
Ens. William Adama: Ensign William Adama reporting for flight duty, sir. If there's a mission, I'd like to be part of it.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Good. Papers? At ease. (Adama hands over his papers, the Deck Officer reads through them) You're FOB, Ensign. Sure you don't want to find your rack first?
Ens. William Adama: Respectfully, sir, I signed on to kill Toasters, not take naps. Just point me at my plane and I'll get started.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: All right, Ensign. I'm assigning you to The Weasel. She's right over there.
Ens. William Adama: (As a Viper rolls past) She's beautiful, sir.
Capt. Armin "High Top" Diaz: Not the Viper, Rook. The bird behind her. (points to a Raptor)
Ens. William Adama: That old flying pillbox, sir?!