Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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