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No ship, no ejection seat, no debris. So we're extending the radius another 50.

ADAMA: Colonel. TIGH: Commander.

Good news is my leg's much better...

Tell them we could sure use the help.

You stink, but you're one hell of a flying machine.

And I assume the same is true for your father?

The variables of combat manoeuvring make them almost meaningless.

Better than my Viper. We're slapping one together from pieces of the others.

I don't think you'll need it.

Have them stay on the search. Send the tanker to them.

That is also completely unacceptable.

Just come a little bit closer.

With all due respect, Captain...

[Starbuck laughs dryly]

That we should write Starbuck off as dead?

Time is up. She's out of O2.

ADAMA: Are these figures correct? GAETA: Yes, sir.

Try to find a Raptor or a transport or something we can fly off Caprica.

Not that close!

[Helo whistling a tune]

You can't see anything from altitude.

Lords, it's Kara Thrace.

And you're both officers. And you're both honourable men.

But isn't the fleet defenceless without the CAP?

He says she was hit but still in the fight when he lost track of her.

Tell the pilots to take a hard look the old-fashioned way.