Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because whether or not his wife is a Cylon, she's trouble...

I'll never tell.

Green. Green, everyone.

That is great news.

He gave me another sample. He said it had priority.

Mrs. Tigh is definitely human.

- Surprise. - Ambrosia? Where did you get this?

It seems to be under control.

TIGH: Stand down to Condition Two. DUALLA: Permission granted.

NO. 6: And you should be watching her.

[Clears throat]

- The old man? He's fine, I guess. - You guess?

BOOMER: There. Right there.

She was different. I was different.

There is something very intriguing about her.

She slept with more than half the fleet, while Saul was in space.

Where did you hear that?

You actually think that woman is a Cylon?

I gave you her sample this morning.

[Opera music continues]

Resume the test on Ellen?

My behaviour? What do you think, I'm a Cylon? Me?

- Twice? - My fault. Long story.

I know how you feel about her, Saul. She's been a negative force in your life.

Very good. Very good.

ROSLIN: But what if it's not?

No. This is our perfect chance to get some intel.

[No. 6 gasping]

- Bothers you, doesn't it? - We'll get them in the end.

I prefer to kill myself.

- Why? - I don't know.

Dr. Gaius Baltar, Department of Cylon Detection...

He was pathetic.

BOOMER: We gotta go, now. We gotta travel fast. Even faster than before.

Now boys, boys, don't fight over little old me.

[lntense instrumental music]

ROSLIN: That's fantastic. That's amazing. TIGH: Yes, it is.