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| Midnight on the Firing Line ( british accent ) | |
| Talia: | "'Ello Guv'na!" |
| Ivanova: | "Wot! Bloody hell!!" |
| Talia: | "Talia Winters, licensed commercial telepath, from jolly ol' Psi-Corps, there mate! rating P5, Oi 'appened 'pon Babylon Foive few weeks ago, Guv'." |
| Ivanova: | "Roight!! Get those bloody fighter jacks to stand by for launch, I want those ships kitted posh as you please, roight?! And bloody ready to go!" |
| Talia: | "'Ey, 'ey Guv'. Jolly ol' Psi-Corps' all a bugger oi should log in wi' ya, mate. Yer second in command, roight? Tried ta ring ya three times, but yer've been blarsted busy. Feegured I'd try th' direct approach, sod it all." |
| Ivanova: | "Yer a dilligent l'il bugger! Anythin' else, ye bloomin' poshy spice?!" |
| Talia: | "No mum, Oi just..." |
| Ivanova: | "Well then, Sod off!! Roight?? Oi'm up me knickers in fifteen bloody things, all of them bloody annoying! Get ye to a nunnery, roight??" |
| (exit Poshy Spice--i mean, Ms. Winters!) | |