Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, I'm in your head?
I am an innocent man...
Stupid. Unbelievable.
If anyone can be a Cylon, and it's hard to tell us apart...
BOOMER: Maybe they genetically design it to perform a task.
She's a Cylon.
- Take forever. - It'd take at least a day, sir.
BOOMER: More of an animal maybe, than the human models.
Sorry. I'm sure I can find evidence...
Just do it.
I can't tell you how much that means to me.
I wouldn't know how to deal with it.
[Dramatic instrumental music continues]
She's got it in for me, that Shelly Godfrey!
I talk to myself.
I really don't think that's possible.
This is stupid.
TYROL: I can't get this thing to work.
BALTAR: What, as opposed to after he died? NO. 6: He gave me the disk for safekeeping.
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Friends?
[Thunder rumbling]
ADAMA: That's the lab.
How convenient that we only have your word for that.
I'm willing to do anything. Anything at all.
BALTAR: Divine digits? No.
I've been over it and over it, and nothing.
TIGH: How's it coming in there? TYROL: I'm getting there, sir.
NO. 6: A need to tempt fate? BALTAR: Boredom, actually.
"on your left hip into the lymphatic sack."
playing itself out in my waking states.
Besides, I need them for myself.
[Whining]
BALTAR: Has it ever occurred to you that the photograph...
PILOT: Excuse me.