"Spoken like a true warrior," Cabas replies. "For all your prowess and ability, you are able to recognize your flaws and..."
You love your Master as much as the next guy, but honestly, you cannot stand his speeches.
It is one of very few things that you cannot stand, though. Cabas is a highly respected man, and he has definitely earned it, in your eyes. The majority of Jedi Masters his age- 71, you think- are less physically capable to engage in combat, even though they remain revered swordsmen and powerful Force-users.
You've watched Master Cabas take on and defeat a group of Hutt-loving thugs using only his forehead.
This is the man that you've learned how to fight from, after all. Where would you be without a teacher unable to show you himself how to perform incredible combat feats? And he didn't just show you the frilly (yet effective) martial arts of the Jedi. He showed you how to fight rough and fight dirty.
"Where is the honor in fighting dirty?" you had once asked.
"Honor is not a strong force in the Galaxy," he replied. "What is the point of fighting honorably if your opponent will not?"
Many Masters would counter this with something about 'being better than they are,' but Cabas probably wouldn't give two halves of a damn.
"Ah, we're here," Master Cabas says, suddenly ending his speech. He approaches the nearest red-and-white airspeeder available, gesturing for you to enter. "I will pilot, friend. If there is something you have not learned from me, it is how to fly properly. Then again, I am a terrible pilot. It's probably for the best."