Gaius is sure that if Six is a good little Cylon, God will reward her with a little toaster of her very own. Gaius is so lucky she's a figment of his imagination or he'd be dead now.
In which life has a melody.
In which you shouldn't lie to people to protect them. It never ends well.
In which politics is the only thing more boring than blood samples.
In which Baltar is questioning Apollo's sanity. I say he has a problem.
In which if Adama is a Cylon, Roslin would like to know.
In which the interesting thing about being a president is that you don't have to explain yourself to anyone.
In which Baltar needs new friends.
In which the "Cylons look like humans" cat is out of the bag.
In which we leave no one behind. (Certainly no one in the opening credits.)
They really need to learn to secure their ordinance a lot better. It is constantly falling over and blowing up accidentally.