That woman should be so frakking good at kicking ass in a dress and those frakking heels.

And this time, I could control myself and not tell you embarrassing stories about me and Baltar.

Does it make it worse because she was--one of you? Frak, I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want. Half the time I forget that you're--you know. A Cylon.

I will. Actually, I--

[locked to Sharon]

We did talk. Okay, so we didn't talk. We, um.

Sparred.