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Planck [looking like William Wallace]: Friends! Romulans! Country Bumpkins! Lend me your auditory canal openings!

Planck: Ask not what your fellow clones can do for you, but what you can do for country music! This is a day that will live with the infantry! Once more onto the beach, and let's sic our dogs on the poor!

Planck [off camera as other clones look at each other confused]: Never in the field of drone conflict was so much owned by so many who only had a few. When you die in your disposal vat, will you trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance to come back here and tell the emperor...

Planck [as Pi rubs forehead in the background]: You can take our cheese, but you can never take... our FRITOS!