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[Helo yelps]
APOLLO: They're the most qualified pilots in the fleet.
Then what? What happens to him?
- You are so unprepared. - Shut up!
- They're starting basic flight. - Then they start basic flight.
ADAMA: Attention on deck!
BOOMER: Helo. HELO: You're frackking kidding me.
Nothing. Is that thing working?
STARBUCK: That about does it. I think there's only one left.
Yes, sir.
Trying to tell me there's not one flight instructor?
ZAK: I want you to tell me the truth about something.
PILOTS: Three Little Cylons in the air.
He thinks you washed out...
Set it by the numbers and correct with thrusters.
Boonie jumpers. Shuttle jockies.
Pre-flight briefing in 20 minutes.
"I can get away with anything today!"
ADAMA: Are you Lt. Thrace?
DOC COTTLE: And for what it's worth...
Okay.
We can't even maintain a CAP. And Gods forbid the Cylons show up.
One, zero, zero.
DOC COTTLE: It's nothing but a bunch of loose talk and false hope.
Yes. Come in.
So say we all.
STARBUCK: He's right on my tail, but I got it covered.
I have cancer.
HOT DOG: Got one! STARBUCK: Hot Dog! Get out of here!