On Galactica, Adama's trying to shave. The lights keep going out -- this only ever happens around Bill, have you noticed? -- and he at one point slaps the bulkhead by the sink, cutely. He cuts himself and grumbles, "Ah! Frak me." You and I both know what that means: cue the phone from Colonial One, right? At least, that was the joke I was already mentally writing, before the phone rang. From Colonial One. He answers, and we cut to Laura, lolling about luxuriously in bed. "Yell at me." Um. "I don't want to get out of bed!" He tells her she's called the wrong number; he's been thinking about going back to bed himself. Finally, he's got his groove back. Even with the weird "yell at me"/Maggie's invisible Marine talk, it's still pretty hot. She asks if he's okay and he laughs about her caring about his welfare, what with her cancer; the implication is not that she should only be thinking about herself and her cancer. The implication, I mean to say, is that it's all Bill can think about. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just cut myself. How are you doing?" She sighs, says she doesn't want to face "them," or anybody; she just wants to sleep in bed all day. "I think I stopped the bleeding," Adama says. "If you still need to be yelled at, I think I can give you some volume." See? Hot. But weird.
She laughs and tells him to give it his best shot. He half-yells, half-rumbles a half-hearted "Get out of that bed!" God they're adorable. She giggles and tells him that was nowhere near his best shot; she should be able to feel the glare coming off her phone like a tanning bed. "Get your fat, lazy ass out of that rack, Roslin!" (WHOA! Bill, I'm doing my best here, come on. I'd like to get you laid sometime before like Kara comes back.) Instead of slapping him through the spacephone, she chuckles sexily and goes into the whole "Yes, sir. Okay, sir. Anything you say, sir." And you know, if this were any other lady, or any other man, playing this kind of game, I'd be shitting it right now -- but Laura's got all the cards here, and she knows it, and she always knows it, and by her breeding alone you know there's no grain of truth to any of it, so it goes all the way around from being creepy to being adorable. And the way she thanks him, oh, and the way he signs off: "Don't let 'em see you sweat, Laura." They have groundshaking chemistry when they're not even on the same set. You know that the two halves of that conversation could have been filmed months apart, and they'd still... I dunno. I'm a big fan of not letting them see you sweat, and of Laura in particular not giving anybody anything they don't deserve, and I'm a big fan of their friendship as separate from their stalled-out affair, and it's just such an awesome start to the episode. I don't know. You know? Plus the concept of getting yelled at by him, or even worse, yelling at her, yourself? These are people unlike us; they are brave, they play poker with Tarot cards.