Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This one is perfect. Take this. Here, give me a hand.
Yes, I would mind. It's none of your business.
APOLLO: Lt. Thrace, this is not a request. STARBUCK: Well, Capt. Adama!
Careful.
[Spacecraft engine droning]
STARBUCK: It's my job to figure out which is which, without personal feeling either way.
If that had been a missile instead of a cone drone...
STARBUCK: Pilots call me Starbuck, but you may refer to me as God.
CLERIC: And, thus, it falls upon us to repent our sins...
You're the guardians of the fleet.
[Eerie instrumental music]
She's not giving them a chance. It's Day 1.
CRASHDOWN: Okay, she can't do that. BOOMER: She can and she did.
Hold strong to them, because people are watching.
BOOMER: This thing says we're right on top of it.
You did it because you were engaged.
I'm just saying that I think she's letting her personal feelings cloud her judgment.
ADAMA: May I? APOLLO: Yes, sir.
STARBUCK: Hot Dog, I told you to get your ass home!
Hello? Are you all right?
- to watch him get his wings. - I know. I read the letter.
PILOT 1: Raptor Pilots flying high! PILOTS: Raptor Pilots flying high!
to return the bodies of our own to the universe...
and anyone not paying attention is liable to end up...
HOT DOG: Target acquired and destroyed.