Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going to have to ask you for your resignation, Madam President.

CRASHDOWN: Come on, move! Out!

My parents were Katherine and Abraham Valerii.

I'm placing you under arrest.

RACETRACK: Where's your helmet?

[Phone buzzing]

Please tell me this was not all for nothing.

[Panting] Okay, okay.

You have software.

Then why don't you get off my ship, Colonel?

[Screaming] No!

So if I were you, I'd take that tough guy attitude of yours and shove it up your ass.

ADAMA: Bear witness. Put on your headset.

I can't believe it.

ADAMA: Bring him here. TIGH: What about Roslin?

TYROL: Shouldn't we be moving out?

Organise a ground survey team. Three Raptors.

RACETRACK: What took you so long? BOOMER: Go!

- Colonel, this is wrong. - You're relieved. Fall back.

I am really good.

Earth? What are you talking about?

HELO: It's okay.

Because it brings us closer to God.

[lntense instrumental music continues]

- What is it, Captain? - Isolate Colonial One.

ADAMA: Mr. Gaeta? GAETA: Sir.