Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ADAMA: Madam President, moments ago, Lt. Thrace took the Cylon Raider...
[Exclaiming in relie]
But we'll still be ID'd as Colonial Raptors once we're in visual range.
I'm trying to get back to Galactica.
Said to tell you he was following his instincts...
[Hatch door opening]
Bring us out of the darkness and into the light.
[Rumbling]
But beyond that, I just want you to know that I genuinely feel something for you.
NO. 6: Welcome back to Caprica, Lieutenant.
[Monitor beeping]
- No. We're not doing this. - I'm in command here, Captain.
I'm good.
Life has a melody, Gaius.
You have to fire your nuke into the loading bay...
Hold his head.
APOLLO: Men, lay down your weapons. TIGH: Have you lost your fracking mind?
You are the guardian and protector of the new generation of God's children.
You're only alive because I've kept you alive.
I don't know if you can hear this or not, Helo...
APOLLO: Someone get a doctor!
CRASHDOWN: Get down!
and you did it...
is whether or not I asked Lt. Thrace to take the Raider to Caprica.
Now come on! Everybody up!
You saved me.
ROSLIN: This is my choice.
[Ominous instrumental music intensifies]
[Boomer 1 tapping foot]