Racetrack:
Been playing with these cards for so long, I know every fold.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace:
So life's a bitch. What do you want to do, cry about it?
Racetrack:
No, I just want it to end, okay? The bad food, the endless rotations, pretending that a card game is the high point of our day.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace:
It's not going to last forever, all right? Earth is out there.
Racetrack:
Right. We could all be chasing our tails over some half-assed planetarium show.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace:
And you guys can all go to hell. I'm going to go find Helo.
Racetrack:
Good idea... maybe that Cylon whore taught him a few tricks!
[Starbuck calmly turns around, walks over to Racetrack, then violently grabs Racetrack by the neck and slams her head into the card table]
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