Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So whether you like it or not, I'm your only hope of getting off this planet.
I need you to make them think you want to dock.
It's time to do your part and realise your destiny.
Crash!
ADAMA: Once you're inside the defence perimeter...
TYROL: Petard, Felix?
[Orchestral music swells]
[Haunting music]
He put his weapon right to my head.
I can do it, sir. I know I can.
Galactica. Apollo. She just jumped away.
[Ominous instrumental music intensifies]
I just wanted to say good luck, good hunting...
She wouldn't have done this on her own. She was coerced.
GAETA: A lot happened while you were gone.
Gaeta, please tell me that you're right about this transponder thing.
Madam President, I wish to...
[Climactic instrumental music]
Mr. Gaeta.
ADAMA: Boomer, Galactica Actual.
TYROL: How's he? You okay?
I'm pregnant.
This is the little planet that solves all of our problems.
Stay with me, Doc! Come on!
BILLY: Yes?
Helo, I think there's something else that you should know.
Leave that to me.
[lntense instrumental music]
BOOMER 2: Sharon.
BOOMER: [On PA system] Galactica, Boomer. Mission accomplished.
Come. See the face of the shape of things to come.
[Sombre instrumental music]
BOOMER: Sir. ADAMA: As you were.