Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

TYROL: Get a blanket on him. Keep him warm.

[Starbuck panting heavily]

ADAMA: Thank you. RACETRACK: Thank you, sir.

[Solemn instrumental music]

GAETA: Congrats. BOOMER: Thanks.

Am I correct in assuming that I have two Cylon transponders left?

Things are moving very quickly and I need every pilot.

- It's high risk, extremely high risk. - I understand.

You can't fight destiny, Sharon. It catches up with you.

[Racetrack sighing in fear]

You wondered why you were chosen?

I'm setting her down.

[Ominous instrumental music]

Not doing so good. I don't now if his lungs are burned or what.

[Dramatic instrumental music]

Repeat: Mission accomplished. The base star is history!

[Starbuck panting hysterically]

APOLLO: [On radio] Galactica, Apollo. We have visual on Colonial One.

[Solemn instrumental music continues]

Don't mock the gods. It's a human belief. I'm human. They're our gods.

[Orchestral music continues]

Come on, Helo. It's supposed to be the only clue as to the location of Earth.

If she can turn Starbuck against us, she's capable of anything.

[Starbuck exclaiming in pain]

[Baltar exclaims in pain]