“Just do it already, D.”

“I’m trying to—” Damn that Goldschlager.

Angela sighed. “Fine, if you have to….pretend I’m Starbuck.”

“That’s not—

“Please Commander Adama, New Caprica is in trouble.” She cooed gently.

“I don’t think—

“You are Isildur's heir….”

“That’s LOTR.”

Slap! His cheek suddenly stings.

“Focus!” She hissed.

He smiled.

“Possum!”

"Monkey!"