Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As you wish.
Not this time.
Clear your heads.
GAETA: Here's the photo mosaic for the area we searched so far.
[Tense instrumental music]
- Until her oxygen runs out. - When?
the recovery of one pilot is a military matter.
SOCINUS: Captain. Call for you, sir.
Thank you for your concern.
[Engine whirring]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Of course he has. Thank you.
- You don't know anything about my brother. - Don't even begin, Captain.
- Execute jump, Lt. Gaeta. - Aye, sir. Jump clock is running.
ADAMA: Was she manoeuvring? HOT DOG: I think so. Yes. Yes, sir.
Lords, I owe you one.
Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don't screw around.
GAETA: Atmospheric ops mean Viper and Raptor engines run continuously.
You're exposing the fleet to possible attack every moment we stay here.
Iooking for the lost pilot.
APOLLO: Wilco, Galactica, but I tell you what, it's got to be her.
GAETA: FTL? CREWMAN 2: Go.
and we've got anti-radiation meds to last three months.
Mark One Eyeball.
GAETA: Navigation? CREWMAN 1: Go.
when the Cylons come calling, we're maggot meat.
DUALLA: Commander... ADAMA: Almost impossible to...
...pushing themselves, their ships too hard, all for the sake of...