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And I should have flunked him, but I didn't.

Not to mention the crap in the air that keeps screwing up our ships.

Please give my condolences to your son and to the rest of the crew.

If all Vipers are fracking around on the moon...

Commander, call from Colonial One.

GAETA: Still no joy from the search teams.

Action stations, launch Vipers.

Why only one Cylon this time?

BOOMER: Galactica. Hot Dog's aboard. HELO: Yeah, so is his lunch.

[Rapid gunshots firing]

[Apollo laughing]

We can't be the only two people left in the world.

Are you very close with Lt. Thrace?

Guess you'll never find out if she's a real blonde.

[Starbuck grunting in pain]

ADAMA: Get this man to sick bay. APOLLO: Yes, sir.

[Glass shattering]

ROSLIN: And how long will that be? ADAMA: Until I say stop.

We are not quitting and you are relieved, Colonel.

that you two can't come to terms with Zak's death.

[Laughing happily]

We have control. Take me home.

Under normal circumstances it would just be sad...

and the safety of the fleet has not been compromised.

[Boomer groaning]

I came here to talk, not to give orders.

Combat. Stand-by.

And on the other hand I think of the thousands of defenceless...

Just make sure everyone is set to jump at the first sign of trouble.

We have work to do. Captain.

I suggest we wait until the clock has run down...

We are putting people at risk.

Okay, get to higher ground.

Now if the two of you, of all people, can live with that...

If it were you...

Almost half. That's unacceptable.