Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He jumped away again.
Commander Adama, Col. Tigh, and Captain Adama, please report to CIC.
NO. 6: There should be some perks. BALTAR: Yes.
Come on!
- I... I can't. - Forget it...
and put me on the last flight out.
Has our reconnaissance detected any outgoing communications...
As soon as I can.
- Cylon Raider bearing 738 carom 005. - Galactica, Apollo.
That should do me for today.
Galactica, Hot Dog. The Raider just took off!
BOOMER: Turn your light off.
I hope you liked the answers.
It's been a wonderful evening.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
HELO: Sharon, stop! I can't keep up.
Crazy workload. I totally lose track of time.
APOLLO: We should all take a deep breath. ROSLIN: I will!
You date a special assistant to the President, word gets out.
Besides, I wanted her close to me.
- Probably a security thing. - They don't want me to log the calls, though.
BILLY: The calls could be security-related...
He's another copy of the Cylon you know as Leoben.
As long as that's flopping around out there...
NO. 6: 60.1534 years.