Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Excuse me? - They think we're Cylons. They'll let us dock.
A rhythm of notes that become your existence...
Hello, Lieutenant.
- We love you, Sharon. - And we always will.
Why don't you just shut up for a change?
- I don't want any bloodshed. - Of course you don't. Neither do I.
Things scare me, Helo. I have feelings.
APOLLO: Galactica. Apollo. We have soft-seal.
ROSLIN: I'm very aware of the danger our men and women are in on Kobol.
[Climactic instrumental music]
RACETRACK: What the frack are you doing? Where are you going?
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
Billy?
TYROL: Yeah. Lieutenant?
If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead by now.
There's some good news. Bring them home, D.
Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?
CALLY: You all right? You okay?
- Yes, sir. - Close the hatch after me.
Madam President, no one needs to get hurt here.
Congratulations to both of you.
I'm not a Cylon.
So we hole up and we wait till dark.
[Tense instrumental music]
Which is what, exactly?