Yah, because that makes a lot of sense. Being fictional makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Really, good to know that I'm so important that I can be replaced by a copy.
You practically broke my nose, so I wouldn't talk.
Twenty-one? Robbing the cradle now, are we?
Yes, when I got back from Caprica, and I know. Helo told me.
Lee, it's ok, you know. He's fine now. You know no frakking toaster could keep the old man down.
Have you met me Lee? And isn't the viper a little too much for traveling in the atmosphere? I can use this box thing to get there. Where ever Miami is. Easier than me trying to figure out where I am.