The Day After
Colonial One. Boomer has arrived on board now, and also somehow managed to park her ship in the same cargo bay as Apollo. With Lovewrench busy being held at gunpoint, Apollo has taken over the Cruise Director duties, and is welcoming Boomer and her civilians to the ship. While he struggles to maintain his American accent, she manages to deliver even more exposition about the Cylons' ability to shut down all their modern technology, just to hammer home the point that it was Apollo's old-school Viper that saved his life. When Baltar steps out into the cargo bay, Boomer snarks out loud that she hopes he's worth the life of Sacrificial Stan, and Apollo, who never even met Stan, is forced to agree. Then he tells Baltar that the President is waiting to speak with him. The only problem is that Baltar has apparently never heard of Mary McDonnell. Heh. If only I could say the same. It would mean that I'd never seen Dances with Wolves, for starters. Or Blue Chips, or Independence Day, or even Donnie Darko, for that matter. I'll give her Sneakers, though. That movie rocked. ["Oh, so you're the other person who thinks so. Cool." -- Sars]
Once everyone has moved from the cargo hold up to first class, Mary introduces herself to Baltar and asks him to serve as her chief scientific analyst and resident Cylon expert. Then she orders Boomer to go out and find as many survivors as possible, so they can all form a "convoy" and fly out of the combat zone. Oh, come on. Couldn't they at least be a rag-tag convoy? You're killing me here!
Back at Ragnar, Master Chief Lovewrench manages to talk Sweaty Guy into putting down his gun by reminding him that there are two thousand soldiers on the Galactica, and he'll never be able to shoot his way through all of them. Which Sweaty Guy totally believes, even though ten seconds earlier he didn't even believe that there was a war on. Whatever. Sweaty Guy offers to show Lovewrench where to find the gimbals, and then they kiss. No, not really.