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that life here|began out there,
far across the universe,
with tribes of humans...
who may have been|the forefathers of the Egyptians...
or the Toltecs...
or the Mayans--
that they may have been the great|architects of the great pyramids...
or the lost civilizations|of Lemuria...
who even now fight|to survive,
far, far away|amongst the stars.
I realize you are all anxious|to get back to your ships...
before our rendezvous|with the Cylons,
but I think it appropriate|to toast...
I would like to raise|my chalice... to you--
not merely|as the quorum of 12,
representing|the 12 colonies of man,
but as my friends--
the greatest leaders|ever assembled.
[ All ]|Peace.
Starbuck, he's comin'.|What are you gonna say?
Zac, now just calm down.|Why are you so nervous?
I know, Zac, but this|may not be the best time.
- Well, that's not the point.|- Starbuck, you promised.
- I know.|- Starbuck, what are you doin'? We're goin' on patrol.
- Uh, uh, w--|- He can't make it.
- Starbuck's not feeling well.|- Oh?
Yeah, uh-- Well, it's, um--|I don't--
Well, that's, uh,|kinda short notice.
I mean, with everybody|not wanting to go on this patrol--
everybody wants to celebrate|the armistice, uh--
I wonder who I'm gonna|be able to find.
- Uh--|- Yes, uh, Zac. You have a suggestion?
My ship's ready to go.
Well, that's lucky.|Isn't it, Starbuck?
Yeah, that's a real|stroke of luck.
[ Laughing ]
- Were we ever like that?|- I don't know. I can't remember that far back.
Listen, uh, maybe|I ought to go along.
No, he's gonna be just fine. I mean,|it's not as if we're at war, right?
- See ya later.|- Okay.
- Take care of the stomach.|- Yeah. I will.
Acknowledge input.|Recorded and functioning.
- Acknowledge.|- Acknowledge. Ready to launch.
When the war is officially over, we may be|able to get back to deep star exploration.
That's the challenge, Zac. Let's roll|over and take a look at the Lianus vector.
Baltar, my friend,
this armistice conference|would not have been possible...
without your tireless work.
was an act of providence,|not skill.
[ Chuckling ]
I see the party is not a huge success|with all my children.
They asked|for this armistice.
- They want peace.|- Forgive me, Mr. President,
but they hate us with every|fiber of their existence.
We love freedom.|We love... independence--
to feel, to question,|to resist oppression.
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