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Because of Lt. Thrace?
It could be a lone recon mission...
- Hold still, you little... - No cigar for you.
[Alarm blaring]
This thing is flying with some serious attitude.
ROSLIN: I've spoken with the other captains in the fleet.
[Seductive instrumental music continues]
Every flying machine has four basic controls:
[Seductive instrumental music]
Are you sure?
We have a signal from Colonial One's shuttle.
DUALLA: Hot Dog and Apollo are in the tubes.
LAUNCH OFFICER: Viper I, clear forward.
The bottom line is that I killed him.
[Engine whirring loudly]
Starbuck would be the first one to tell you not to do this.
Her tank only holds so much oxygen.
BOOMER: Move out.
TIGH: Mr. Gaeta, start the clock. GAETA: Starting clock.
It's not bad, is it? The knee?
STARBUCK: Now look before you shoot, please.
I wanted to say how happy we all are you found one of your pilots.