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And get herself killed.
[Coughs]
- Diamonds in the rough. - Yeah, right.
APOLLO: Services will commence at 1100 hours on the forward hangar deck.
Maybe there's some other wide-eyed dreamer out there...
and certainly not from you.
DOC COTTLE: Gods. You're one of those. ROSLIN: What if it works?
[Laughs] You're the worst CAG in the history of CAGs actually.
[Pilots cheering]
KAT: Roger, Starbuck. STARBUCK: Kat, don't chase the lights!
He asked me to come to his graduation from flight school...
- With due respect, sir, that's unfair. - Yes, sir. This was only our first day.
Because I made a mistake.
What?
STARBUCK: Costanza, right? COSTANZA: Yes, God, sir.
For Lt. Zak Adama, son of William and Caroline Adama...
[Mysterious instrumental music]
It's as manoeuvrable as a jack-rabbit, and can flip end for end...
I don't really know what he was talking about, so...
She's one of the finest pilots I've ever seen in my life.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
I am the flight instructor, sir. My word is scripture, sir.
CRASHDOWN: Rumour has it that Cylons look like people...
STARBUCK: He's landing on the Atlantia...
CRASHDOWN: Yeah, that's me. BALTAR: Your card.
Did he explain to you the side-effects of Doloxan?
STARBUCK: I don't know. Ask Lee. ADAMA: I'm asking you.
This is the Viper Mark II.
So, he skids to a stop on the flight deck...