Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The auxiliary RT switch sticks a little, sir, but she'll fly.
Why did you do this? Why did we do this?
In the last four hours we've combed everywhere...
Not bad shooting, if I do say so myself.
Not really looking forward to going back out there.
You are way out of line. I'm not the one confusing personal feelings with duty.
Hey, is breakfast ready?
APOLLO: Can't you tank me in orbit? DUALLA: Negative, Apollo.
TIGH: A reserve? ADAMA: Yes.
Excuse me. Thank you.
HELO: Sharon, where are you?
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues]
We leave no one behind.
ROSLIN: Maybe I'm missing something about the tactics involved.
TIGH: [Over PA] Action stations. Launch alert, Vipers. Cylon Raider approaching.
You know? Okay, just thought I'd mention it.
I've lost him.
GAETA: I didn't know she was coming. ADAMA: Let's go.
It's that crap you're flying into down there. Gums everything up.
We can always scramble the Vipers from the search to meet any attack.
This bastard's good.
Excuse me, Madam, but I think you've been misinformed.
Galactica, the Cylon Raider is marked "Starbuck."
[Gasping]
Good thing that I brought one of my own.
The spectroscope people call the atmosphere as CO2, methane, some argon.
TIGH: Starbuck's gonna take on all eight.
- Yes, Madam President. It was my idea. - Your idea?
If the gas giant pulled her in, its radiation would fry her like an egg.
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- Increased visibility out to 15 clicks maybe. - It's the wrong side of the moon.
It's possible.
Safety tip number one: don't touch that.
I hit the roll thrusters to level off for set down but only the left one fired.