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HELO: home. BOOMER: Home.
ADAMA: [Whispering] Get better, okay?
Noted.
I think you earned those today.
There was no advance notice, sir.
But we have left people behind. You know that.
Damn it, Sharon, where are you?
What about Starbuck's course computations?
They've agreed to give over their ships at your disposal...
You are compromising the security of the entire fleet...
ADAMA: Have Col. Tigh meet her at the airlock.
We just haven't exhausted all the options...
Fuel's going to be a real problem if we keep it up.
- Dradis. - No help. Their reports have merged.
[Loud crashing]
What makes you say that?
- I hope you find her. - Thank you.
STARBUCK: First on the list, seal you up...
[Laughing happily]
we'd never leave.
Blue flight reports bingo fuel, sir.
You bite me, I'll bite you back.
- I don't think anyone's left out there. - Must be someone.
If we sent eight fighters to search an entire star system...
I realise that, Captain.
while we search for one solitary pilot.