Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Order Apollo to close with the Raider, but do not engage.
- I had a hunch. - Good call.
What?
Ellen?
I cannot believe we're actually entertaining the idea...
I've grown accustomed to seeing you without the cup in your hand.
You have been secretly visiting my wife?
GAETA: [Over PA system] Dr. Baltar, report to the lab. The Commander is waiting.
[Helo coughing]
Launch the alert fighters.
That's a thermo-nuclear bomb, for frak's sakes.
I think that's good. I do.
Commander? Here's Dr. Baltar's report.
Apollo, Galactica, Cylon Raider detected at 881 carom 24...
If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.
BALTAR: Eleven hours to test each one for Cylon indicators.
Some scrambled wireless calls he didn't want logged.
You are the spitting image of your mother...
Because they're the last ones you're gonna get for a while.
[Both laughing]
- You are so sweet. - Very good. My compliments to the chef.
So who's going to go first?
- You can tell them Adama wants you to... - Yeah, what? Wants me to what?
Bill Adama doesn't know where Earth is!
ROSLIN: You're in a good mood. BALTAR: Madame President...
but, yeah, she said he's been acting differently.
[Solemn instrumental music]
I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else. We haven't spoken in ages.
I know. I know some thoughtful soul just rescued me...
MAN: [Over PA system] Observation deck has two minutes remaining.
Yes, sir, but it's likely it's just another distress signal.
It's the same Raider. I can see the damage from before.
You are so modest.
I can't. I'm on duty.
- Don't! - Adama is a Cylon.
Because she's his wife. And I couldn't refuse her access...
APOLLO: Wait, I see him! Same Raider. TIGH: What?