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- I don't want that to... - You were engaged, right?

- Do you know someone better? - No.

Trying to tell me there's not one flight instructor?

ADAMA: As you were.

I think she's trying to work out her guilt over what she did for Zak.

DUALLA: Attention. Pass the word to Lt. Thrace.

Just give them the attention and the professionalism that you gave my son.

And that he was involved with you, and that it was serious.

I love you like a daughter. I don't deserve that.

TIGH: Where the hell did they come from?

ADAMA: Even at a time like this.

[Struggles and pants]

So pack your gear and get the hell off my ship. You're done.

DUALLA: Away the fire and rescue team...

DOC COTTLE: We can try to shrink the tumour with gamma treatments...

so pay attention.

STARBUCK: Okay, Chuckles, take Kat's wing. Hot Dog, you're on me.

[Melancholic instrumental music]

CLERIC: And now, we commit his body to the ground from which we were all made.

- Zak was my brother. - What was he to me, nothing?

Those of you who cannot, will be cut.

DOC COTTLE: Put your clothes back on now. ROSLIN: Thank you.

You know what, it's not important.

I would seriously consider prayer.

in between breast exams?

[Thrilling instrumental music]

Unload this. Put it wherever.

[Sombre instrumental music]

He wasn't a bad pilot. He just had no feel for flying.