Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No trace file. Nothing.

Some saviour. I don't even know who.

but there are some serious limitations.

STARBUCK: It's mid-afternoon. BALTAR: Yeah, it is.

since he straightened out his flight pattern?

[Tense instrumental music]

It's a miracle I'm alive.

ROSLIN: What did you find out?

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

APOLLO: That's it. You set him up, I'll knock him down.

BALTAR: We'll call it an even 61, shall we? NO. 6: Sure.

[Soft instrumental music]

but they're just a tiny minority.

- You look very, very happy. - That's because I am very happy.

ELLEN: Come on, if there are no privileges of being an XO's wife...

In the past? It's all in the past.

Even in his anguish, he seemed so alive.

The moment you have your FTL data, give me an update.

If she's not, then we're all in a lot of trouble.

Dr. Baltar would like to start widespread testing as soon as possible...

Look, it's not magic. It's science.

and I wanted to keep her away as long as I could.

I don't want anything to come between that, not even Ellen.

Everyone rendezvous at the stand-by coordinates.

There's been so much death, so much pain.

He'd come into my room. I'd pretend to be asleep.

- Why? - I had some concerns.

There are a few people who still might wonder...

off-log calls, these mysterious trips off the ship.