Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I would seriously consider prayer.

- I don't want that to... - You were engaged, right?

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Unload this. Put it wherever.

Trying to tell me there's not one flight instructor?

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CLERIC: And now, we commit his body to the ground from which we were all made.

DUALLA: Away the fire and rescue team...

- Do you know someone better? - No.

so pay attention.

in between breast exams?

I think she's trying to work out her guilt over what she did for Zak.

I love you like a daughter. I don't deserve that.

He wasn't a bad pilot. He just had no feel for flying.

Those of you who cannot, will be cut.

TIGH: Where the hell did they come from?

DOC COTTLE: Put your clothes back on now. ROSLIN: Thank you.

You know what, it's not important.

ADAMA: Even at a time like this.

- Zak was my brother. - What was he to me, nothing?

ADAMA: As you were.

Just give them the attention and the professionalism that you gave my son.

And that he was involved with you, and that it was serious.

So pack your gear and get the hell off my ship. You're done.

DOC COTTLE: We can try to shrink the tumour with gamma treatments...

[Struggles and pants]

STARBUCK: Okay, Chuckles, take Kat's wing. Hot Dog, you're on me.

DUALLA: Attention. Pass the word to Lt. Thrace.

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