Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[No. 6 gasping]
Mrs. Tigh is definitely human.
[Moaning]
- Why? - I don't know.
Now boys, boys, don't fight over little old me.
He gave me another sample. He said it had priority.
- The old man? He's fine, I guess. - You guess?
She slept with more than half the fleet, while Saul was in space.
[Clears throat]
- Bothers you, doesn't it? - We'll get them in the end.
Very good. Very good.
My behaviour? What do you think, I'm a Cylon? Me?
TIGH: Stand down to Condition Two. DUALLA: Permission granted.
[Opera music continues]
No. This is our perfect chance to get some intel.
You actually think that woman is a Cylon?
She was different. I was different.
Green. Green, everyone.
ROSLIN: But what if it's not?
- Twice? - My fault. Long story.
NO. 6: And you should be watching her.
He was pathetic.
Where did you hear that?
It seems to be under control.
Dr. Gaius Baltar, Department of Cylon Detection...
BOOMER: There. Right there.
Resume the test on Ellen?
I gave you her sample this morning.
That is great news.
ROSLIN: That's fantastic. That's amazing. TIGH: Yes, it is.
There is something very intriguing about her.
[lntense instrumental music]
Yeah.
I'll never tell.
[Theme music]
I prefer to kill myself.
I know how you feel about her, Saul. She's been a negative force in your life.
Thank you.
Because whether or not his wife is a Cylon, she's trouble...
- Surprise. - Ambrosia? Where did you get this?
BOOMER: We gotta go, now. We gotta travel fast. Even faster than before.