AUM BHOOR BHUVA SWAHAH
This is good too. If you ever wondered what ecclesiastical debate looks like to the rest of us; if you ever wondered why wars happen... "Just go and ask it already," Gaius sniffs, and Roslin tries, speaking to the Hybrid like a constituent, or a dull child with a secret. "I've been told that you said something about an Opera House, and I..." she interrupts herself, looking at Gaius: "-- Because it seems pointless." The acting in this scene is so fucking awesome and hilarious, it's the best. Gaius tries, speaking slightly louder and more intensely: "Look, there was an Opera House. An Opera House. Are you listening to me? Apparently I was in the Opera House..." Not to be outdone, Laura interrupts like a kid with a report card: "I had a vision! I was chasing after a little girl, I came to a door, I saw Dr. Baltar and the Six take the child."
The Hybrid cares just about this much. ...Close the doors... Laura shrugs, her eyes still wild. "She's not listening." ...protect the child... "Protect the child! She said 'protect the child,' that's what Caprica said!" Gaius doesn't listen. Nobody's listening to anybody. They need to let some shit caress their associative minds or something.
"You told me I was the one holding the child, so obviously I was the one protecting the child, wasn't I? In the Opera House..." Laura shakes her head: ain't no motherfucker gonna tell her vision, or interpret it. Least of all her: "No, no, no. It wasn't at all clear what you were doing. Let me listen." Nobody's stopping you from listening; nobody ever was. But the intention is solid: ...booting up, booting up... These marginal prophets, right here on the prophecy margin, looking God in the face and watching Her boot up, and they're arguing semantics and fighting like the Twins. This is the best episode since just ever.
Sometimes humor can show you a thing. This is a fight, a squabble, a jaunty little folie à deux between these two brilliant fuckers, that's been playing out since Season Two. The stakes have always been this high, and that's scary and sad, but the irony quotient -- the gutbusting stupidity of it all -- has always been exactly this high as well. They toss each other into cells and offer each other small comforts and try to get each other killed and try to boss each other around and now they're trying to be in charge of God. And the thing, Laura, about getting into a battle of wills with a toddler? Is that you lose, a priori, the second I write the period at the end of the sentence.