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No, what you are doing, darling, is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel, your-- your metaphysical nonsense. Which, to be fair to you, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society but which, I hasten to add, no rational, intelligent free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final-- that Cylons are, in the final analysis little more than toasters... with great-looking legs. -- [[ | No, what you are doing, [[Number Six|darling]], is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel, your-- your metaphysical nonsense. Which, to be fair to you, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society but which, I hasten to add, no rational, intelligent free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final-- that Cylons are, in the final analysis little more than toasters... with great-looking legs.<br> | ||
--[[Gaius Baltar]] (''[[Six Degrees of Separation]]'') | |||
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No, what you are doing, darling, is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel, your-- your metaphysical nonsense. Which, to be fair to you, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society but which, I hasten to add, no rational, intelligent free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final-- that Cylons are, in the final analysis little more than toasters... with great-looking legs.
--Gaius Baltar (Six Degrees of Separation)