Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...pushing themselves, their ships too hard, all for the sake of...
Iooking for the lost pilot.
[Tense instrumental music]
- You don't know anything about my brother. - Don't even begin, Captain.
Lords, I owe you one.
- Execute jump, Lt. Gaeta. - Aye, sir. Jump clock is running.
GAETA: Navigation? CREWMAN 1: Go.
[Engine whirring]
and we've got anti-radiation meds to last three months.
Mark One Eyeball.
As you wish.
APOLLO: Wilco, Galactica, but I tell you what, it's got to be her.
SOCINUS: Captain. Call for you, sir.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
You're exposing the fleet to possible attack every moment we stay here.
ADAMA: Was she manoeuvring? HOT DOG: I think so. Yes. Yes, sir.
the recovery of one pilot is a military matter.
Not this time.
Of course he has. Thank you.
Clear your heads.
- Until her oxygen runs out. - When?
GAETA: Here's the photo mosaic for the area we searched so far.
GAETA: Atmospheric ops mean Viper and Raptor engines run continuously.
GAETA: FTL? CREWMAN 2: Go.
Thank you for your concern.
Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don't screw around.
when the Cylons come calling, we're maggot meat.
DUALLA: Commander... ADAMA: Almost impossible to...