Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Why? - I don't know.
My behaviour? What do you think, I'm a Cylon? Me?
Where did you hear that?
I prefer to kill myself.
[lntense instrumental music]
TIGH: Stand down to Condition Two. DUALLA: Permission granted.
I know how you feel about her, Saul. She's been a negative force in your life.
There is something very intriguing about her.
BOOMER: We gotta go, now. We gotta travel fast. Even faster than before.
No. This is our perfect chance to get some intel.
She was different. I was different.
[Moaning]
Dr. Gaius Baltar, Department of Cylon Detection...
BOOMER: There. Right there.
He gave me another sample. He said it had priority.
Very good. Very good.
Green. Green, everyone.
He was pathetic.
I'll never tell.
Yeah.
- Surprise. - Ambrosia? Where did you get this?
- Bothers you, doesn't it? - We'll get them in the end.
[Theme music]
[Clears throat]
NO. 6: And you should be watching her.
Mrs. Tigh is definitely human.
Now boys, boys, don't fight over little old me.
[No. 6 gasping]
She slept with more than half the fleet, while Saul was in space.
- Twice? - My fault. Long story.
It seems to be under control.
I gave you her sample this morning.
That is great news.
- The old man? He's fine, I guess. - You guess?
You actually think that woman is a Cylon?
[Opera music continues]
Thank you.
ROSLIN: That's fantastic. That's amazing. TIGH: Yes, it is.
ROSLIN: But what if it's not?
Resume the test on Ellen?
Because whether or not his wife is a Cylon, she's trouble...