Battlestar Galactica Miniseries

Boomer: No fair.

Boomer: Too early for that kind of money.

Boomer: What girl don't you know?

Boomer: Yeah, I'm gonna catch hell from the XO. But it wasn't entirely my fault, Chief. Primary gimble's acting up again.

Boomer: Helo, am I lying?

Boomer: You're not the one out there trying to bring in fifty tons of Raptor onto a moving hangar deck with a bad gimble.

Boomer: The gimble *is* broken.

Boomer: CAG, Boomer. We've got a lot more contacts showing up. Looks like a couple of squadrons at least.

Boomer: Stay with me. Okay, we have a fuel leak. We have to put it down and repair it. Nearest world is Caprica.

Boomer: Best way to avoid attracting attention. No power signature, go in a straight line. Unless somebody actually gets close enough to see us, we just look like a chunk of debris on the sensors. I think we have enough inertia to make it to Caprica's ionosphere. Then we power up, find a place to land.

Boomer: No one chooses. No one. Lottery. Everyone gets a number. Put the numbers in a box, take out three. That's it, no arguing, no appeal.

Boomer: There's a lot of interference around here. Lotta noise. Keeps my wireless from working. Hopefully, once that communications pod I launched gets far enough away from here, a Colonial ship will pick up the signal and start looking for us.

Boomer: You know something? Both my parents died when I was little too.

Boomer: The Viper Mark Sevens? The Cylons shut them down like they threw a switch or something. And I've been hearing reports like that from all over. The only fighters that are having any success at all are either old or in need of some major overhaul.

Boomer: Don't worry. We'll find them.