Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

TIGH: President Roslin.
TIGH: Give the word, we'll start our clock. ADAMA: Start the clock.
Adama.
That's a bunch of crap. This isn't military, it's personal.
Well?
Thank you, I'll stay here. I'd like to see how the professionals do it.
- I just assumed... - The search was over? It was hopeless?
They're closing fast. Port guns have a firing solution.
APOLLO: It's Starbuck! ADAMA: What?
Bring it into the bay.
No sign of Starbuck.
I would have to guess that her Viper was captured by the gravity of a planetary body.
I want you to know, I think she's wrong.
Send the ships below the cloud cover.
- Talk to me about searching the moon. - That's going to be slow going.
GAETA: Gun captains report weapons manned and ready.
STARBUCK: Oh, my gods.
It's gone beyond military needs. It's personal for the Commander and Lee.
Okay, so it either works or it doesn't.
How does a military coded signal end up coming from in here?
Kara was family.
and then tank up on the way back to Galactica.
This must be your brain.
ADAMA: The Cylons won't be missing their patrol for at least one more day.
DUALLA: Roger, Apollo. Return to base.
TIGH: Where the hell are the Vipers? DUALLA: Most are being fuelled.
[Seductive music stops]
It's just that trying to tank in that turbulence, sir, will be extremely hairy.
It's complicated. Take about three weeks to explain.