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Tyrol: You do important work down here, just as important as sittin' in a cockpit.
Seelix: Thanks, Chief. I'm gonna... deliver some more important laundry.
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Tyrol: (discussing Fenner's arrest over the telephone) He seemed like a good guy. What'd he do?
Adama: Pissed off the president.
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Tyrol: (to Roslin) There are a lot of dirty jobs that need to be done every day in this fleet. Cleaning, hauling, low-level maintenance, things like that. These are the kind of jobs that I think should be allocated to people... well, people like yourself, no offense.
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Roslin: Chief, the workers in this fleet, they need someone to represent them in their interests. And if this society is becoming truly polarized between an entrenched political class and a disenfranchised underclass we are doomed. We won't need the Cylons to destroy us, we'll destroy ourselves. The fleet that arrives at Earth will not represent Colonial society at all. I am willing to fight for that society until my dying breath. I would love it if you would fight for that society as well.
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Adama: I'm gonna put her up against a bulkhead and I'm gonna shoot her as a mutineer.
Tyrol: Are you out of your frakking mind? Cally was just following my orders.
Adama: She's a ringleader, so she goes first. And then the rest of your deck gang. Figurski, Seelix, Pollux.
Tyrol: You won't do this. We have a son.
Adama: Understand me. The very survival of this ship may depend on someone getting an order that they don't want to do. And if they hesitate, if they feel that orders are sometimes optional, then this ship will perish. And so will your son. The entire human race. I don't want to do this, Chief, but I will put ten Callys up against a wall to make sure that this ship and this fleet are not destroyed.
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Tyrol: We're leaving people behind, Admiral. People are locked into their jobs. They have no control over their lives. They have no say. We're abandoning them to their fate. It's like we've marooned them on a planet.
Adama: That is not the issue. The men and women on this ship are not allowed to disobey an order, especially in support of some kind of frakking labor dispute.
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Adama: Are you aware that your deck gang is participating in a work stoppage?
Tyrol: It's called a general strike, sir.
Adama: It's mutiny. And do you know what we do with mutineers? We shoot them, Chief.
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Chief Tyrol: This plant's offline! We're on strike!
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Baltar: (to Tyrol) Do you honestly believe the fleet will ever be commanded by somebody whose last name is not Adama?
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Tyrol: Do you see what's happening? Jobs are starting to be inherited, Madame President. We don't know how long we're gonna be on these ships. What if it's ten years? So I, I train my son to be a deckhand because that's what I am? And that's all he can ever be? Is that the future we want?
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Cally: We're not part of the ruling class so we're stuck doing the dirty work.
(quoting Baltar's book)
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(referring to Baltar's book)
Roslin: Now I am thinking of having a good old-fashioned book burning.
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Xeno Fenner: Hmm. Maybe we should just start having more glitches.
Roslin: Is that a threat?
Fenner: It's like the book says. "If you hear the people, you'll never have to fear the people." (quoting Baltar's book)
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Adama: Xeno Fenner.
Roslin: Fenner. Complaining about working conditions and deliveries and, uh, spare parts and compensation, if you can believe that. We're on the run for our lives and the guy wants to talk about overtime bonuses.
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Adama: (to Roslin) Well, if the quarters become cramped, you're always welcome in one of my beds.
(Roslin looks up in surprise)
In a manner of speaking.