Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

CALLY: You all right? You okay?
[Climactic instrumental music]
Hello, Lieutenant.
Billy?
If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead by now.
Which is what, exactly?
Madam President, no one needs to get hurt here.
[Tense instrumental music]
TYROL: Yeah. Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir. - Close the hatch after me.
So we hole up and we wait till dark.
- Excuse me? - They think we're Cylons. They'll let us dock.
There's some good news. Bring them home, D.
Things scare me, Helo. I have feelings.
APOLLO: Galactica. Apollo. We have soft-seal.
Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?
Congratulations to both of you.
- We love you, Sharon. - And we always will.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you.
I'm not a Cylon.
Why don't you just shut up for a change?
A rhythm of notes that become your existence...
- I don't want any bloodshed. - Of course you don't. Neither do I.
ROSLIN: I'm very aware of the danger our men and women are in on Kobol.
RACETRACK: What the frack are you doing? Where are you going?