Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't see anything from altitude.

Better than my Viper. We're slapping one together from pieces of the others.

ADAMA: Colonel. TIGH: Commander.

The variables of combat manoeuvring make them almost meaningless.

Good news is my leg's much better...

He says she was hit but still in the fight when he lost track of her.

You stink, but you're one hell of a flying machine.

That is also completely unacceptable.

Try to find a Raptor or a transport or something we can fly off Caprica.

That we should write Starbuck off as dead?

And I assume the same is true for your father?

And you're both officers. And you're both honourable men.

ADAMA: Are these figures correct? GAETA: Yes, sir.

No ship, no ejection seat, no debris. So we're extending the radius another 50.

I don't think you'll need it.

But isn't the fleet defenceless without the CAP?

[Helo whistling a tune]

[Starbuck laughs dryly]

Have them stay on the search. Send the tanker to them.

With all due respect, Captain...

Lords, it's Kara Thrace.

Not that close!

Tell them we could sure use the help.

Just come a little bit closer.

Time is up. She's out of O2.

Tell the pilots to take a hard look the old-fashioned way.