Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, it's power, roll, pitch, and yaw.

Civilian ships have begun their jumps to the next star system.

- Thank you, Doctor. - Yes, of course he has.

Did you know that your father just redeployed the Combat Air Patrol?

Who knows when we'll find clean sheets again.

HELO: You won't be the last.

- How? - We don't know if Starbuck's dead.

I think you'll find that we are more than adequately protected.

TIGH: Launch tube status? DUALLA: Still fouled.

Red Flight reports an area of highlands here.

Get as many birds up in the air as you can and you find our girl.

[Alarm blaring]

Get me another Viper.

The only nearby gravity wells are the gas giant and this moon.

[lntense instrumental music]

How is the search progressing for the other pilot?

then the human race doesn't stand a chance.

I'll coordinate their efforts with your CIC. Continued good luck.

- Resume your duties. - Sir, fighters are aboard, sir.

I need to know something.

I guess I'm going solo.

No, sleep a little longer.

Neither of you can let go of Kara Thrace because she's your last link to Zak.

HELO: I say we load up as much food as we can and...

ROSLIN: The Commander's dead son.

You idiot. Didn't anybody teach you intercept protocol?

I think we have come to terms with what happened to Zak.

Can't see far when you're hugging the ground.

NARRATOR: Previously on Battlestar Galactica.

If it does anything, take it out.

ROSLIN: I was told that her oxygen had run out a half an hour ago.