(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Pilots: (chanting) Raptor pilots flying high… Raptor pilots flying high…
Tyrol: What the hell is this? Flat Top’s thousandth landing, nobody tells me? Now we look like idiots. Find a wagon!
Crew-woman: Yes, sir.
Tyrol: Somebody get me a wagon!
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: (re: a wagon) This one’s perfect, here, take this. Give me a hand.
Crewman: Where do you want this?
Tyrol: Put it wherever. You two, come here… take this wagon to the pilots.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[The Master-at-Arms is inspecting the scene flanked by Tyrol]
Hadrian: Metal fatigue. Old equipment… worn strap fails, drops a million cubit drone to the deck, kills 13 pilots, lands 7 more in sickbay. It’s hard to hear this, I know, but we got lucky. If that had been a missile, instead of a com drone… it’d have taken out the side of the ship.
Tyrol: (shocked) Never had a death on my hangar deck. Accidents… never a death.
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers