Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BALTAR: Dear God...
Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion...
Doctor Baltar, it gives me great pleasure...
of a woman whom I have already indicated to you may well be a Cylon agent.
Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God.
Have them check again.
BALTAR: I'm not interested in playing any more of your games!
I would like to speak to my attorney. Can't I speak to my attorney?
[Pounding instrumental music]
[Rhythmic instrumental music continues]
Thank you.
And every person that you have met will be questioned and investigated.
I knew I believed it.
I'm not trying to put you on the spot here. I don't want to step on what you two have.
Stupid. Unbelievable.
BOOMER: Not a good time?
I need to get away from this Shelly Godfrey woman in particular.
- Doctor, it's all right. - It's a lie!
I didn't think that anyone might be picking up the transmission.
[No. 6 shushing]
BALTAR: I don't mean to distract you. Please, don't let me interrupt you.
Frack!
no rational, intelligent, free-thinking human being truly believes.
BALTAR: Who's really in the photograph? NO. 6: You are!
All will be well. It will be as God wants it to be.
I haven't quite figured out all the tricks, but I'm getting there.
Really?
Was that the plan all along?
This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo.
The Chief wanted me to kick your ass out of bed...
STARBUCK: It's a girl.
and I will devote the rest of what is left of my wretched life...
Do you actually think that reverse psychology crap is going to work on me?
TYROL: Bucket!
NO. 6: There are times when I just feel so alone now.
Who am I to question the plans of Almighty God?
[Toilet flushing]
- Something wrong? - No.