Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was trying to reach the President and inform her when he was killed.
The thing to do now is to get me on my feet...
They weren't apparent until the photo was fully resolved.
Must work three times as fast then, right?
STARBUCK: Maybe, okay.
STARBUCK: I can't.
APOLLO: Come on, Starbuck, you can do it.
BALTAR: [Whispering] Madam President, I need to get off Galactica.
You betrayed your entire race.
[Dramatic instrumental music continues]
one I pose to myself on a regular basis.
Frack off!
You have not heard the last. No more "Mr. Nice Gaius"!
STARBUCK: This is stupid.
TYROL: Treat it like a horse. STARBUCK: Okay, a horse.
Sorry, we're weaning you off the magic pills starting today.
I don't care, because your pain is my entertainment.
MAN 1: All right, move in.
[Knocking on door]
BALTAR: Obviously, you're good. But there are many ways around security.
Listen to me, nobody would need to know. It would just be you and me.
In my opinion, she should be locked up before she can do any more damage.
You're even more popular and powerful than ever before.
I could give you a shot, but you wouldn't like the side effects.
[Solemn instrumental music]
You running a glitch in the programme or something?
I didn't do it. It wasn't me.
You're not gonna get better lying on your back.
- There's been no ships. - I gave you an order.
- I'm right here. - Yeah, of course you are.
seems like something out of dream.