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tell them I want to suck in every electronic signal it makes.
TIGH: Don't worry, I'll get us home. ELLEN: Yeah, right.
TYROL: Yes, sir.
[Tigh moaning]
No. Yes. But it's complicated.
Her passion is making her more resourceful.
HELO: What? BOOMER: Plans. Deployments.
TIGH: That's why you cancelled your test. ADAMA: How'd you know that?
Will you do that?
This wounded bird is jumping all over the place out there.
This is the CAG. Launch the alert fighters.
- That she might be a Cylon. - And if she wasn't.
Jury's still out.
Everyone is so truly grateful to all of you on Galactica.
He can only do one person at a time, and verification takes hours.
- This is not a drill. - He doesn't have any weapons.
[Notebook thudding]
[No. 6 moaning]
You do your job good
Why the hell did he stay married to her?
You can zip up your fly.
TIGH: Where's the old man? DUALLA: He's not aboard.
PILOT: Bank on my advice.
But I would advise you right now not to say anything that you will regret.
When Ellen stepped off that shuttle, I thought I was going to pass out.
ELLEN: They tell me I was knocked out when the Cylons attacked the airport.
Commander Adama, are you a Cylon?
DUALLA: to enter the landing pattern. TIGH: Permission granted.
That, yes, I knew that.
ROSLIN: They found him in the storage compartment.
ADAMA: Clear the deck.
APOLLO: Galactica. We got him on Dradis, but he's pretty far out there.
and hearing something about the Cylons.
I had to go to the Rising Star and I didn't want Tigh to know.
I know these are uncertain times...
In all honesty, I think it's fair to say that your behaviour recently has been odd.
APOLLO: We're on it, Galactica.