Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Commander, call from Colonial One.

We have control. Take me home.

Just make sure everyone is set to jump at the first sign of trouble.

Not to mention the crap in the air that keeps screwing up our ships.

[Laughing happily]

ROSLIN: And how long will that be? ADAMA: Until I say stop.

Now if the two of you, of all people, can live with that...

Please give my condolences to your son and to the rest of the crew.

that you two can't come to terms with Zak's death.

We have work to do. Captain.

[Rapid gunshots firing]

[Boomer groaning]

Combat. Stand-by.

I suggest we wait until the clock has run down...

Guess you'll never find out if she's a real blonde.

ADAMA: Get this man to sick bay. APOLLO: Yes, sir.

Action stations, launch Vipers.

If all Vipers are fracking around on the moon...

Okay, get to higher ground.

and the safety of the fleet has not been compromised.

And I should have flunked him, but I didn't.

Are you very close with Lt. Thrace?

We are not quitting and you are relieved, Colonel.

Why only one Cylon this time?

[Starbuck grunting in pain]

I came here to talk, not to give orders.

Under normal circumstances it would just be sad...

[Apollo laughing]

Almost half. That's unacceptable.

And on the other hand I think of the thousands of defenceless...

BOOMER: Galactica. Hot Dog's aboard. HELO: Yeah, so is his lunch.

GAETA: Still no joy from the search teams.

If it were you...

[Glass shattering]

We can't be the only two people left in the world.

We are putting people at risk.