Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Orchestral music continues]
[Solemn instrumental music continues]
[Starbuck exclaiming in pain]
ADAMA: Thank you. RACETRACK: Thank you, sir.
[Baltar exclaims in pain]
TYROL: Get a blanket on him. Keep him warm.
GAETA: Congrats. BOOMER: Thanks.
Not doing so good. I don't now if his lungs are burned or what.
- It's high risk, extremely high risk. - I understand.
Come on, Helo. It's supposed to be the only clue as to the location of Earth.
[All coughing]
[Solemn instrumental music]
[Racetrack sighing in fear]
I'm setting her down.
[Screaming]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Don't mock the gods. It's a human belief. I'm human. They're our gods.
Am I correct in assuming that I have two Cylon transponders left?
[Starbuck panting heavily]
So be it.
[Ominous instrumental music]
If she can turn Starbuck against us, she's capable of anything.
[Starbuck panting hysterically]
APOLLO: [On radio] Galactica, Apollo. We have visual on Colonial One.
You wondered why you were chosen?
Repeat: Mission accomplished. The base star is history!
You can't fight destiny, Sharon. It catches up with you.
Things are moving very quickly and I need every pilot.