"Raptor seven-eighteen," "Raptor seven-eighteen, you copy?" "We did it." "She did it." "Galactica, come in." "Galactica." "You're nowhere near the fleet, baby, but you're good!" "Strange things can happen when you're away from the fleet." "I wouldn't even trust your own memories on this." "And since a human is the sole survivor, the old man isn't inclined to make an issue out of it and risk the alliance." "Sir..." "There shouldn't be an alliance." "Cylon technology is gonna keep this fleet moving'," "Mr. Gaeta." " I need to speak to the Admiral." "Why would that be?" "Because you're a Cylon, sir." "There's a meeting later today to discuss some new idea of Mr. Tyrol's." "You can let the Admiral in on your views there." "Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir." "I don't understand." "Why would you set up a meeting with him?" "I shouldn't have said it." "Forget it." " What are you doing?" "Look." "You found me and you saved me, so I'll protect you." "But if this doesn't work out, and if I'm wrong..." "You have a bright future, Louis." "What are you talking about?" "If what doesn't work?" "Keep your head down." "What are you going to do?"