Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Starbuck's wireless and transponder just cut out.
I stand relieved, sir.
ADAMA: We don't know for a fact that Starbuck is out of air.
We'll have a hell of a time trying to cover them if the Cylons pop in.
It's written under the fracking wing.
GAETA: Cold as hell down there, but she'd survive on the surface.
ROSLIN: I need your help.
Where are yours?
So it looks like we're going to be staying here for a while.
Thank you.
- Need anything? - A stogie would be nice.
Blue! Blue flight, go vertical now!
He's on an intercept course. He'll be on us before we complete the jump.
for 60-odd ships, it would take us weeks...
HELO: Get out of here! Go!
for your personal feelings.
in a 200 click sphere around Starbuck's last known position.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Gasping]
It's okay.
NO. 6: Two?
- Is that what you're telling me, Mr. Gaeta? - No, sir.
Nothing yet, but we've just begun.
- Oh, my God, you smell like a latrine. - You want to give me a bath?
STARBUCK: So I guess the only thing flying you is you.
We can't see squat through those clouds.
- Anything? - No.
Like my new toy?
Come on, you're part biological, right?
- How're you feeling? - Been a hell of a lot worse.
Commander Adama, I don't wanna take much of your time.
Contact. Dradis contact.
[Wind howling]
You are way too close to this because she's your friend.
What the hell does that mean?