Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry. Perhaps you don't know that the Cylons look like us now.
BALTAR: Tune in tomorrow.
And someone just picked me up...
- Doctor? - My pleasure. My job.
TIGH: Mr. Gaeta, you have the deck.
[Ellen laughing mischievously]
I know.
Damn it. Probably giving away our position to every Cylon base ship right now.
I know.
And the President is waiting for you up in the core.
That's why I need you, Saul. That, and that we're friends.
So, Bill, now the question on everyone's mind...
The strange thing is no one can recall...
- I'd explain, but... - It's classified.
I seemed to have lost one of my shoes.
I'm sorry. How tragic, the death of a child.
- No hard feelings, I hope, Ellen. - I completely understand.
I told you. I told you he wanted me.
ADAMA: Zak passed away a couple of years ago.
Sometimes it's completely overwhelming.
[Glasses clinking]
- You wanted to see me, sir? - Stay on it.
It's all right. You're here now.
If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.
- We need to talk. - First things first.
- Colonel. - Doctor.