a true believer out of me.
Strange as that sounds, considering.
But I believe.
I know you're the one to lead us
to our salvation.
You are going to guide us to Earth.
Then we better find it soon.
- I'm out.
- Like it's yours.
- I picked up your five.
- Frankly, I don't care.
No, thank you, Doctor, I have a watch later.
APOLLO: Crashdown hits. Davis?
CRASHDOWN: What?
CRASHDOWN: A little bit of this.
A little bit of that.
APOLLO: You guys always play this slow?
CRASHDOWN: What did you say?
CRASHDOWN: Don't distract me.
APOLLO: Uncanny, I know.
All right, 20, I call.
And I raise you another 30.
You can't compete with me.
I always win.
I'm sorry.
NO. 6: Never seen you like this, Gaius.
It's disappointing somehow.
Common.
So sorry to disappoint you.
BALTAR: Disappoint you all.
Thirty.
And I call it.
GAETA: What do you got, buddy?
- Absolutely nothing.
- Not bad, Crash.
But not compared to that.
DUALLA: Oh!
APOLLO: You are...
APOLLO: No!
DUALLA: You win every time.
BALTAR: Sorry, I have to do it.
BALTAR: Very sorry to disappoint you.
STARBUCK: There's a card game...
GAETA: Hey.
She's back on her feet, ladies and gentlemen.
- How are you feeling?
- Hey, Gaius.
STARBUCK: Good.
BALTAR: Mr. Vice President,
if you don't mind, Lt. Thrace.
Some level of decorum must be maintained,
or is it a pirate ship you're running?
No. Just a Battlestar, sir.
GAETA: All right, let's play.
Would you like to play?
Maybe you'd like to sit next to Capt. Adama?
Sure, Kara. Why don't you pull up a pew?
No, that's okay, Lee. I've got things to do.
BALTAR: Nothing's wild. Here we go.
ROSLIN: All right, currency.
While bartering will continue
for the foreseeable future...
we do have a system in place now
to take the economy back...
to a currency-based standard.
NO. 6: Do you love her?
Did you...
ROSLIN: Dr. Baltar...
if something should happen to me,
it is vital that you comprehend...
and are familiar with the political structures
beginning to fall into place here.
- Do you understand this?
- Answer me.
Yes, of course I understand.
My answer is no.
No, I don't think I can handle this right now.
BALTAR: The intricacies of the bureaucracy,
I can't get my head around.
This which,
with all due respect, Madam President...
you have spent your entire political career
learning to understand.
More to the point...
how you could think that
my head could be turned so quickly...
by a new thing...
it just astounds me.
How did you seriously think I could
cope with this kind of responsibility?
NO. 6: I don't believe you.
You're a genius, are you not?
BALTAR: Well, quite frankly,
I don't give a flying frack...
whether you believe me or not. All right?
Because I've had it.
I am tired of being pushed and
prodded around like I'm some kind of toy.
- I'm not your plaything.
- Plaything?
I don't work for you!
And quite frankly,
I don't have to sit here anymore...
and take this kind of abuse
from either of you!
You either!
Either in here, either in there.
Wherever it is, I don't need to take it.
- I love you, Gaius.
- Do me a favour.
NO. 6: Yeah?
I think perhaps you need a break from this.
You're right.
We need a break.
I'd like to be alone if you don't mind.
[Screams in pain]
NO. 6: How can you love her, Gaius?
BALTAR: I don't.
You can't lie to me,
I know everything you know.
That's lovely.
Thank you.
Did you...
Did you want
something in particular this time?
I thought you should know...
that it's not safe to remain on Galactica.
What are you talking about?
It's a surprise.
Tell me, what is it? What is it?
Is it a bomb? Another Cylon bomb, right?
Is it an agent?
Is a Cylon agent about to be activated?
Tell me!
BOOMER: Galactica, this is Raptor 1
preparing to jump to Sector 728.
Let's hope we find some supplies out there.
TIGH: Roger that. Good hunting out there.
Crash, counter our spinner?
Fuel