Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Order Apollo to close with the Raider, but do not engage.
BALTAR: Eleven hours to test each one for Cylon indicators.
Yes, sir, but it's likely it's just another distress signal.
MAN: [Over PA system] Observation deck has two minutes remaining.
GAETA: [Over PA system] Dr. Baltar, report to the lab. The Commander is waiting.
Bill Adama doesn't know where Earth is!
- You can tell them Adama wants you to... - Yeah, what? Wants me to what?
You are the spitting image of your mother...
ROSLIN: You're in a good mood. BALTAR: Madame President...
Because she's his wife. And I couldn't refuse her access...
- You are so sweet. - Very good. My compliments to the chef.
It's the same Raider. I can see the damage from before.
Apollo, Galactica, Cylon Raider detected at 881 carom 24...
What?
I can't. I'm on duty.
I cannot believe we're actually entertaining the idea...
I think that's good. I do.
I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else. We haven't spoken in ages.
So who's going to go first?
Some scrambled wireless calls he didn't want logged.
[Solemn instrumental music]
You are so modest.
Launch the alert fighters.
That's a thermo-nuclear bomb, for frak's sakes.
I know. I know some thoughtful soul just rescued me...
- I had a hunch. - Good call.
Commander? Here's Dr. Baltar's report.
If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed.
[Both laughing]
but, yeah, she said he's been acting differently.
Because they're the last ones you're gonna get for a while.
Ellen?
[Helo coughing]
You have been secretly visiting my wife?
- Don't! - Adama is a Cylon.
APOLLO: Wait, I see him! Same Raider. TIGH: What?
I've grown accustomed to seeing you without the cup in your hand.