Stolas: There we go! Anything but staying in this house. Now, I'll arrange our security. [Stolas picks up a phone carried on a platter by his now bruised and battered servant.] Octavia: Security for a theme park? Stolas: We are rich, and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies! [Octavia grabs a box of cereal on the table and begins shoveling handfuls into her mouth.] Octavia: under her breath Our money, maybe. Stolas: Speak for yourself, princess. Now... I'm calling the only man who___
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