Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Send the ships below the cloud cover.
Thank you, I'll stay here. I'd like to see how the professionals do it.
No sign of Starbuck.
They're closing fast. Port guns have a firing solution.
I would have to guess that her Viper was captured by the gravity of a planetary body.
It's just that trying to tank in that turbulence, sir, will be extremely hairy.
DUALLA: Roger, Apollo. Return to base.
- Talk to me about searching the moon. - That's going to be slow going.
Okay, so it either works or it doesn't.
It's complicated. Take about three weeks to explain.
This must be your brain.
Bring it into the bay.
GAETA: Gun captains report weapons manned and ready.
Adama.
APOLLO: It's Starbuck! ADAMA: What?
I want you to know, I think she's wrong.
ADAMA: The Cylons won't be missing their patrol for at least one more day.
TIGH: Give the word, we'll start our clock. ADAMA: Start the clock.
Kara was family.
That's a bunch of crap. This isn't military, it's personal.
STARBUCK: Oh, my gods.
TIGH: Where the hell are the Vipers? DUALLA: Most are being fuelled.
Well?
- I just assumed... - The search was over? It was hopeless?
How does a military coded signal end up coming from in here?
TIGH: President Roslin.
and then tank up on the way back to Galactica.
[Seductive music stops]
It's gone beyond military needs. It's personal for the Commander and Lee.