Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You don't want to frak with me, Bill. Try to remember that.
NO. 6: It's hard being a genius. BALTAR: Yes.
APOLLO: I think I better clear some of these dishes.
ELLEN: It's weeks, right? TIGH: Right.
No muss, no fuss.
Don't frak with me either, Ellen.
has been somehow replaced by a Cylon duplicate.
NO. 6: She's one of them. DORAL: But she's one of us.
Boo!
47,905 people in the fleet.
I thought you were still holding onto mine.
Girlfriend?
and his odd behaviour could be stress, pure and simple.
I'll be here, waiting.
TIGH: Mind telling me where the hell you've been?
BOOMER: They're after me. HELO: Why you?
and at that very moment, a Cylon Raider jumped into view...
And the pleasure's all mine.
TIGH: You didn't tell me he was testing my wife.
Take us three minutes to close to weapons range.
- Starting over. - Starting over.
- It's obvious. He loves her deeply. - Blindly.
Some woman called Ellen. No surname. He dropped it off and left.
You want to be very, very careful with what you just said.
Commander Adama's blood sample immediately. Thank you.
Ellen used to encourage the worst instincts in this guy...
ELLEN: I thought it might be just the thing for a little celebration.
STARBUCK: What's up, Doc?
Col. Tigh, allow me to present your wife.
HELO: Delphi? Frakking bastards.
BALTAR: Actually, I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
giving you any medical assistance until about a week ago.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Opera music playing]
The tests. Right.
Understood. All right. Tell her I'm on my way.