Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So say we all.
ZAK: I want you to tell me the truth about something.
PILOTS: Three Little Cylons in the air.
Yes, sir.
HOT DOG: Got one! STARBUCK: Hot Dog! Get out of here!
He thinks you washed out...
Set it by the numbers and correct with thrusters.
One, zero, zero.
We can't even maintain a CAP. And Gods forbid the Cylons show up.
ADAMA: Are you Lt. Thrace?
DOC COTTLE: It's nothing but a bunch of loose talk and false hope.
Pre-flight briefing in 20 minutes.
I have cancer.
ADAMA: Attention on deck!
STARBUCK: He's right on my tail, but I got it covered.
APOLLO: They're the most qualified pilots in the fleet.
BOOMER: Helo. HELO: You're frackking kidding me.
Trying to tell me there's not one flight instructor?
Nothing. Is that thing working?
Okay.
Yes. Come in.
Then what? What happens to him?
"I can get away with anything today!"
- They're starting basic flight. - Then they start basic flight.
Boonie jumpers. Shuttle jockies.
DOC COTTLE: And for what it's worth...
STARBUCK: That about does it. I think there's only one left.
- You are so unprepared. - Shut up!
[Helo yelps]