Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not gonna get better lying on your back.
I could give you a shot, but you wouldn't like the side effects.
I don't care, because your pain is my entertainment.
one I pose to myself on a regular basis.
You running a glitch in the programme or something?
[Knocking on door]
STARBUCK: I can't.
He was trying to reach the President and inform her when he was killed.
You're even more popular and powerful than ever before.
MAN 1: All right, move in.
TYROL: Treat it like a horse. STARBUCK: Okay, a horse.
[Solemn instrumental music]
The thing to do now is to get me on my feet...
BALTAR: [Whispering] Madam President, I need to get off Galactica.
Listen to me, nobody would need to know. It would just be you and me.
They weren't apparent until the photo was fully resolved.
In my opinion, she should be locked up before she can do any more damage.
seems like something out of dream.
[Dramatic instrumental music continues]
You betrayed your entire race.
Must work three times as fast then, right?
I didn't do it. It wasn't me.
Frack off!
- I'm right here. - Yeah, of course you are.
BALTAR: Obviously, you're good. But there are many ways around security.
STARBUCK: This is stupid.
STARBUCK: Maybe, okay.
Sorry, we're weaning you off the magic pills starting today.
You have not heard the last. No more "Mr. Nice Gaius"!
- There's been no ships. - I gave you an order.
APOLLO: Come on, Starbuck, you can do it.