We're the best, so let's get the old girl ready to roll, and kick some Cylon ass!

And there's plenty more for us back in the canyon once this place is history.

First day after me and the guys jumped through, we went to the century city mall, we spent the whole day there.

But they won't send fifty planes, because it won't matter, because... we won't have time to wait for the one or two that they will send.

And we were conducting a standard left-hand search of a fully involved house, when Paul decides to run upstairs and find the homeowner.

Made up a description and then ID'd one of the only people in the city we know couldn't have killed Casey McManus last night, so thanks for the, uh, consultation, but I think I'll take it

Ninety-six hours ago, somebody posted a document on the Internet that said you and I took part in an operation called Nightshade back in '79.

Slow down, hoss. We haven't found anything yet. Honestly, I was just holding it for her.

A few nights ago, we were in our spot, and we saw somebody spying on us from far away.

Listen, I appreciate your calling ahead, but we don't need to be so formal about this.

Right, and where do we find Murray? All right, Gordon? We're the filth.

Sir, we understand your anger, and we're sorry for your loss, but we want to talk quietly someplace.

People like me have tried to be reasonable, we have tried to be reasonable but nobody's listened.

But four guys under a streetlamp... when it was all still ahead of us... first time we made that sound... our sound... when everything dropped away and all there was was the music...

I only faked one case for us, and then we're packing up to go home when somebody posted a sighting of Thinman, so... we went after it, and that's how the Thinman became a crowdsourced legend.

Wondering why they chose to be evil, disgusting monsters instead of good guys like us!

What if our world is just like a tiny speck?

Whatever you feel about me, whatever is going on, whatever you are thinking, we are here now.

There's some random guy eating in our house while your boyfriend/boss is out of town, and you're bragging to me about a heart-to-heart you had with my dyke principal?

The way you looked around like you were seeing things we weren't... hiding around corners.

We were sent by the Supreme Leader to eat delicious humans and dip them in ranch dressing.

Like, if it really is another version of our own life, then what happens when we die again?

And only much later did scientists come onto the scene and say, "Hey, these are tools, these are functions that we could use in our own research tool palette."

The big picture is this: That plane with those people going somewhere, that's life passing us by while we behind these walls, stuck."

What release finally, the embrace: though we were wary -- it seemed so audacious -- how much unspoken joy there was in that affirmation of equality and communion, no matter how much misunderstanding and pain had passed between you by then.

And I was so proud to have found that jetstream that I called the weather man, and I told him, "Hey, guy, don't you think we're good pilots up there?