(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK (02:07 – 02:23)
Pilots: (chanting) Raptor pilots flying by! Raptor pilots flying high!
Tyrol: What the hell’s 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 (02:41 – 02:55)
Tyrol: (re: a wagon) This one’s perfect. Here, take this. Give me a hand. Unload this. Put it wherever. You two, come here… take this wagon to the pilots.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK (05:50 – 06:32)
[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 comm drone… would have taken out the side of the ship.
Tyrol: (shocked) Never had a death on my hangar deck. Accidents. Never a death.
(4) INT. GALACTICA – FORWARD HANGAR DECK
(08:54 – 09:22, 10:02 – 10:20, 10:44 – 11:00, 11:04 – 11:08, 11:12 – 11:13, 11:29 – 11:35)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[The funeral for the 13 dead pilots is being held]
Officer: Present… arms! Order… arms!
Elosha: Once again, we are charged with the solemn duty to return the bodies of our own to the universe from which the Lords of Kobol brought them to us.
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers