Battlestar Galactica s04e12 Episode Script

GAETA: Previously on Battlestar Galactica.
It looks like Mommy's gonna get some sleep tonight after all.
TORY: Cally.
Stay the frak away from me! I heard you.
You're Cylons! (ALARM BEEPING) ADAMA: I know that you've been spending a lot of time interrogating the Six.
TIGH: I'm not torturing her, if that's what you're worried about.
Cottle tells me she's pregnant.
ADAMA: You just gonna lie down and quit? I was wrong about everything.
And all those people who listened and trusted me, they're dead.
We will find a new home.
This is a promise I intend to keep.
Get the Cylon Baseship on the horn.
See if our new allies want to come along for the ride.
Frak.
(SIGHS) (CLEARING THROAT) "There is a languor of the life "More imminent than pain "'Tis pain's successor "When the soul has suffered all it can" TIGH: I don't see anything.
NO.
6: Wait, I see something.
Where? Right there.
Wait.
No? ISHAY: No, I thought I saw it.
Saw what? COTTLE: Everyone shut the frak up for a second.
Got it.
There.
ISHAY: Yeah, there it is.
NO.
6: I see it.
(CHUCKLING) I see it! Oh, my God.
There it is.
It's so beautiful! TIGH: I still don't see anything.
COTTLE: Try looking with your eyes.
Eye.
ISHAY: Here, Colonel.
See, this is the head, shoulder, and there's a little hand.
I'll be damned.
It's our baby, Saul.
Our baby.
COTTLE: Baby boy.
A boy? Yeah.
Look, right there.
Did we say we wanted to know? You didn't say you didn't.
I have a son.
I need a drink.
Here.
Next best thing.
That's a lot of smoking around a pregnant lady.
She'll live.
Look at that, Saul.
Do you know what that is, really? That's the future of the entire Cylon race.
It doesn't even have a name yet and already loading up on the expectations.
All he has to do is be born.
No Cylon-Cylon pairing has ever produced a child, ever.
Believe me, it's been tried.
What matters is that our love produced a child.
That means it's That means it's possible for our race to survive, even without resurrection.
(CHUCKLES) The Cylon nation will survive.
Ishay, get me the fetal monitor.
I wanna work up a complete bio-physical profile on this savior.
Sorry, Felix.
He's backed up today, but he shouldn't be much longer.
No problem.
At least the Cylons are having fun, right? (LAUGHING) Here.
(GRUNTS) I mean, Earth's a cinder, Dee's dead, suicides are up, the Fleet's a mess, the President's missing in action, but, hey, gotta make sure the Cylons are taken care of.
Rub this into the skin.
It'll help with the drying and the chapping, all right? No, no, frak.
I've gone through two jars of that stuff already.
It doesn't do anything.
The end cap needs to be refitted.
I already told him, it's too high on one side, but he won't listen.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, Felix.
I'm really sorry.
Look, I promise I will get you in there as soon as I can.
It's just been crazy.
TYROL: I need help! I need help! It's busy today, Chief.
He's peeing blood.
It's gonna be a while.
Get him to bed three.
I'll go and get the doctor.
Wait.
Sorry.
No problem.
Ishay, where's the damn fetal monitor? Can't keep those toasters waiting.
Right.
REPORTERS: Admiral! Admiral! Admiral! Admiral! ADAMA: Yes.
WOMAN: Admiral.
Given that the identities of four of the so-called "Final Five Cylons" have been well-publicized, don't you think you owe the public an accounting of their activities aboard Galactica and Colonial One since the attack on the Colonies? REPORTERS: Yeah.
Well, we're looking forward, not backward.
Follow-up.
Is Colonel Tigh still serving as executive officer? And aren't you concerned about having a Cylon as second-in-command of the Fleet? I'm not going to discuss military protocol or chain of command in a public forum.
(ALL CLAMORING) MAN: Admiral! Yes.
Is it true you're contemplating forming a permanent alliance with the rebel Cylons currently in this Fleet? I'm not gonna talk about hypotheticals.
(ALL CLAMORING) Mr.
Vice President, would you support such a move? No comment.
MAN: Serious.
Unbelievable.
(ALL CLAMORING) Where is President Roslin? Thank you, Playa.
The President is resting comfortably aboard Galactica.
Last question.
Yes, Sekou.
Lee.
Do you have any information on the identity of the fifth Cylon? We believe the fifth Cylon to be dead.
But you're not sure? No, but we believe she died some time ago.
ALL: She? How do you know it was a woman? (ALL CLAMORING) That was the last question.
Thank you all very much for coming.
(ALL CLAMORING) My Gods, I can't believe I said that.
What was that about? ADAMA: Forget about it.
A permanent alliance between this government and the Cylons, any Cylons, is out of the question.
I hope you both know that.
Yeah, well, it's not your call.
Is it yours? Are you the President again? Sorry, I get confused what your job is on any given day.
Laura Roslin is still the President.
She'll make the final call.
And where is Laura Roslin? Oh.
That's right.
"Resting comfortably aboard Galactica.
" Funny how she kind of dropped out of sight ever since her prophecies about Earth turned out to be a bunch of crap.
We're done here.
If you try to shove an alliance with the Cylons down our throats, there'll be consequences, Admiral.
I promise you.
Thank you, Mr.
Zarek.
Makes it a little bit easier to know who to hold responsible if there's an unfortunate incident.
(SIGHS) I'm not hard to find, Admiral.
I'm right here, running the government.
For now.
(THEME MUSIC) I have nothing for them.
Nothing.
The words will come, Gaius.
They always do.
But they're not his.
They're only mine.
And I'm making them up.
God speaks through you to them.
When you go out there, you are divinely inspired.
You are the instrument that he uses to speak with his people.
Really? So what if I go out there and tell them God's a fraud and a hoax and a lie? I am sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
The coaster's come off the tracks, so enjoy the final thrilling ride through the air, because the stop at the bottom will be a terminal one.
You won't.
I could.
God won't let you.
He has a plan, Gaius.
And dying out here in the trackless wastes of deep space seems to be part of that plan.
After all you've been through, all you've experienced, you still take counsel of your fears, when all you have to do is put yourself into his hands, into my hands.
I'm human, my love.
And if you were human or Cylon or mortal in any way, you'd understand that to be alive, you have to let go.
Just let go.
What are you going to say? I don't know.
Perhaps I'll be inspired.
TYROL: The feeling on the Baseship is that we'd rather take our chances with you than risk running into Cavil's forces alone.
TIGH: "We"? Yeah.
We, the Cylons.
That description fit anyone around here you know? ADAMA: Have this discussion another time.
What about the FTL question? TYROL: It's possible.
It's labor-intensive, a lot of grunt work, but we should be able to upgrade all the jump drives in the entire Fleet with Cylon technology.
It's not gonna be easy to sell the Quorum on this one.
Frak the Quorum.
These are civilian ships.
What are you going to do? Upgrade their engines at gunpoint? We need the Quorum to get civilian cooperation.
All right.
What will it take to get the Quorum to sign off? Well, the first issue's gonna be whether we can make these upgrades with Galactica personnel only.
It's one thing to accept Cylon technology.
It's quite another to have actual Cylons aboard their ships.
I barely understand this stuff.
I'm We are gonna need teams of Sharons and Sixes, possibly Leobens, just to do the installations.
APOLLO: They'll go nuts.
We gotta sell them on it.
Point out the benefits.
Athena tells me the upgrade should triple the Fleet's jump capacity.
Absolutely.
And that's conservative.
Their technology Our technology is way ahead of ours.
Yours.
Maybe you'd like a chart to keep it all straight.
What do you think? Well Tripling jump capacity triples our chances of finding a habitable planet before we run out of food and fuel.
That I might be able to sell.
What's the catch? 'Cause there is a catch, right, former Chief? (SIGHS) We wanna be part of the Fleet, not just along for the ride.
Full members, citizens, seat at the Quorum, the whole thing.
HELO: What? TIGH: Are you insane? TYROL: Un-negotiable.
You want Cylon technology, we want safety in case Cavil's forces arrive.
Now if we're citizens, your oath states that you protect us, just like everybody else.
And the other Cylons, they really think that that will guarantee your safety? Yes, they do.
I've convinced them that the Admiral takes these sorts of things very seriously, that he would rather lose the Fleet than break the oath.
Unlike certain other people.
Unlike certain other people.
I understand the argument.
It makes sense from their perspective.
You're not seriously thinking about this? "Sir.
" You're not seriously thinking about this, sir? All options are on the table, Mr.
Gaeta.
This is a political decision.
We'll have to run it by the President.
Thank you all.
Galen, how's your boy? Yeah, we don't know.
Well, you'll both be in our prayers.
A little attitude problem these days, Mr.
Gaeta? Something you want to get off your chest? Not particularly.
Well, then let's get something straight.
I don't give a frak what you think about me or the Cylons or anything else.
You wear the uniform, you obey the rules.
That means you lock up your personal crap, and treat the old man with the respect he's due, or you'll find yourself shoveling waste on the recycling ship.
I make myself clear? Crystal.
Something else you want to say? Not yet.
You let me know.
You can count on it, sir.
Get the frak out of my sight.
You know, the President's stopped returning my calls.
She's going through a rough patch.
We all are.
She'll get through it.
Just take time.
Okay.
But we're gonna need to know her stance on this citizenship thing sooner rather than later.
I'll talk to you about it later.
Get me the President.
(RINGING) (RINGING CONTINUES) (RINGING STOPS) COTTLE: Acute renal failure.
I think we caught it in time to manage with dialysis.
However, there is a chance that this could lead to chronic renal failure.
And if that happens, he's gonna lose a kidney.
(CLEARS THROAT) What's the next step? What do I do? Do I give some blood, build up a supply? Well, we have enough of his type in the blood bank.
He's half Cylon.
You got a lot of half-Cylon blood just lying around, do you? No, no, you're right.
I hadn't thought about that.
(CLEARS THROAT) We should tap a vein and start a supply right away.
This is ridiculous.
You have to tell him! Ishay! Tell me what? This little boy could die! His father should know.
Ishay, zip it! What the hell is she talking about? We'll talk about this later.
I guess you better come with me.
Hey, buddy.
How's it going? Daddy's just gone for a minute.
All right.
This is gonna be a shock.
But I want you to know that I was bound by doctor-patient confidentiality in this.
Even though she's dead now, it still applied.
Cally.
You're talking about Cally.
What the frak does she (CHATTERING) I'm not his father, am I? I'm sorry.
She found out she was pregnant just before you got married.
She wasn't sure that you were the father.
She wanted me to terminate the pregnancy.
The procedure is illegal, but there are ways around it.
However, she decided to keep it.
Then later on she asked me to do a paternity test because she wanted to know.
And it wasn't me.
Who? He doesn't know, either.
And I'll be damned if he's gonna find out that he's a father from a pissed-off former deck chief with a Cylon chip on his shoulder.
No, I'll have to tell him.
I'll tell him, and then the two of you can work it out on your own.
Take care of him.
Great.
(ROSLIN GRUNTING) (SIGHS) ADAMA: If we can sway public opinion towards us, or at least not against us, Lee thinks that Zarek and the Quorum can be handled.
He's probably right.
(GRUNTS) I'm so stiff.
You sure you're up for this? Yeah, just I'm just stretching, a little aerobics.
Truth is, I haven't felt this good in months.
Oh.
That hurts.
It's good.
When do you have to go in for another Doloxan treatment? Tomorrow.
Good.
Lee thinks, and I agree with him, that you should address the Fleet.
Make a public declaration that an alliance with the Cylons is critical for our long-term survival.
Sure.
Not just yet, though.
I need a little time.
(EXHALES) It's what I told them.
We need you, Laura.
I know that you're tired, but we need you.
I hear you.
I do.
Trust me.
I need a little time.
Go.
Go.
(CHUCKLES) Just don't overdo it, all right? I won't.
(GRUNTING) (CHATTERING) (GRUNTS) Captain Thrace Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood, Felix.
So you think I should give a frak about your mood? Okay, let's have it.
You tried to throw me out an airlock once.
Still crying about that? The charges at the time were collaborating with an enemy in a time of war.
Waiting for the punch line.
Turns out, the jury that convicted me was made of two Cylons and a woman married to a Cylon.
Rim shot.
Big laugh, applause, applause, applause.
Are we done? Oh.
No, wait.
I'm sorry, I forgot.
We haven't gotten to the leg yet.
Fifty billion people are dead and I'm supposed to give a frak about your leg? Yeah, who killed those 50 billion people, Kara? It wasn't me.
No, it was your husband.
Are you enjoying yourself? Is this how you get your kicks these days? Oh.
Wait, I'm sorry.
I meant half-kicks.
What was Sam doing on Caprica before he so conveniently met you? You ever wonder? You think maybe he nuked a few cities, executed a few thousand prisoners? I'm just wondering.
But then again, maybe you're a Cylon, too.
At least I'm not a gimp.
One day, one day soon, there's gonna be a reckoning, Kara.
And once again people are gonna have to answer for what they've done.
Is that a threat? You're godsdamn right that's a threat.
Well, you know where to find me, Felix.
And in case you're wondering, I will definitely hit a cripple.
Or anyone else.
So, I guess a pity frak's out of the question then? (WOMAN LAUGHS) Somebody close that hatch.
Let's talk.
ZAREK: Point of order, please! Order, please! Thank you very much.
Delegate from Caprica has the floor.
APOLLO: By increasing jump capacity, we increase the odds that we can find a habitable planet that we can call home.
Surely, my friends and fellow delegates can agree that the survival of the human race has to be this Quorum's top priority, regardless of political consequences.
Mr.
Vice President.
Mr.
Vice President, please.
We are being asked to allow Cylons unfettered access to the most critical systems on every ship in this Fleet? Surely, the delegate from Caprica can see the danger that this poses.
Absolutely.
I acknowledge the validity of your concerns.
(QUORUM CLAMORING) (GAVEL BANGING) Point of order, please! The chair exercises its right to bring a motion forward.
In prison, you start to confuse your hopes and dreams with reality.
Start to believe that because you want something to happen, parole, a pardon, an appeal, a writ, you start to believe that it will happen.
You live on wishes, the way things should be instead of the way they are.
And all because you can't face reality.
(SIGHS) The leaders of this Fleet are succumbing to wishful thinking because they can't face reality.
And the reality is that the Roslin-Adama administration has led us nowhere.
Earth was a mirage, a fantasy they dangled in front of us for four long years in order to maintain power, a fantasy they dreamed up as a way to hold on and control the government over the democratic wishes of the population.
So, now, what is our feckless and dispirited leadership doing to solidify their position after failing us so miserably? Turning to the Cylons.
The Cylons.
For help.
(SCOFFS) Aren't the Cylons the reason we're out here in the first place? Aren't they the enemy? Or are they suddenly our friends if that helps keep Roslin-Adama in power? Point of order, the chair needs to bring a motion, not make a speech.
Thank you, Mr.
Adama.
The chair moves that any decision on allowing Cylons to board any ship in this Fleet be made by the captain and the people living on that ship and not the Roslin-Adama administration.
What we need right now is unity.
This is a Fleet-wide issue.
We need to stand together.
It affects all of us.
Sagittaron calls the question.
Tauron seconds.
The question has been called and seconded.
All in favor? All opposed? The vote is 11-to-one.
Motion carries.
No Cylon will board a ship in this Fleet without permission of its people.
(GAVEL BANGS) Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
(ALL CHATTERING) (PHONE RINGING) Ten birds? That's frakking unacceptable.
What time is it? What? Been up for an hour.
Tell Figurski I'll see him down on his deck in 10 minutes.
He better be there in nine.
Mother frakking bitch.
ADAMA: You've got to get a hold of this deck.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir, but what can I do? I've got 20 men sick, I'm working double crews Your people are not sick, they're reporting sick.
It's a dodge, a way to stay in bed, and you know it.
Yes, sir.
You used to pull the same crap when Tyrol ran this place.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir Ten birds.
Ten off-line.
This frakking cannot happen! Not on my ship! Frak! Now you listen to me, Figurski.
You put on the biggest pair of boots you got, and you go down there and you shove them up their ass.
Do you got me? You get your crew up here! And I want this place cleaned up! It looks like a garbage scow.
Get out of my sight! Yes, sir.
You gotta be kidding me.
(EXCLAIMS) Oh! (PANTS) It's a big ship.
(PANTING) You ran the whole route? Half.
It's more than I've run in a long time.
You're flushed.
You look good.
Thank you.
You're not supposed to look good.
You're supposed to be in sickbay with a tube in your arm.
Changed my mind.
Like hell.
You never intended to go.
Caught.
Send me to the brig.
I can run there.
Cottle says you're experiencing a moment of euphoria as your body recovers from the toxicity of the treatments.
So much for doctor-patient confidentiality.
Well, the President's health is a security issue.
My resignation will be on your desk in the hour.
What? I'm not gonna hand the presidency over to Tom Zarek.
Then the status quo will have to do.
Stop it.
Listen, we need you.
Zarek's got the Quorum in an uproar.
The press is going crazy.
The government is spinning out of control.
Now, we need you.
Take your hands off me, Bill.
I've played my role in this farce.
"A dying leader will guide the people to the" Blah, blah, blah.
Frakking Blah, blah.
I've been there, I've done that.
Now what? Is there another role that I have to play for the rest of my life? Do you remember what we said on New Caprica? How we talked about trying to live for today? Well, you better think about that, because maybe tomorrow really isn't coming.
Maybe today is all we have left.
And maybe, just maybe, I've earned the right to live a little before I die.
Haven't I? What do you think? Haven't I? Yes, you've earned it.
I have.
Well, guess what.
So have you.
Now get out of my way.
BALTAR: What manner of forgiveness are you seeking? Is it that of disobedient children? Are you Are you children? WOMAN 1: No.
WOMAN 2: No.
Well, obviously, you're a child.
We have some children here.
But, to the rest of you, in your mind's eye, are you all just children who've transgressed against your father's divine will? No, we've done nothing wrong.
Are you being punished for your multitude of sins? Are you? No.
No.
Is this really our lot, to have been led by a father to the promised land? (WHISPERING) We shouldn't have to suffer.
Keep talking.
To paradise, only to have paradise cruelly smashed to bits before our very eyes? WOMAN: Why? Why must we suffer? Are these the actions of a father towards his children? No.
No.
BALTAR: What kind of father is that? WOMAN: It's not right.
This won't help.
You're letting anger blind you.
What have you done? What have you done to deserve this punishment? What sins have you committed? What dark thoughts have you harbored that condemn you Condemn you to wander through the universe without hope, without light? So, you have to ask yourself, what kind of a father abandons his own children to despair and loneliness? No one! No one! Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness.
Perhaps we're not.
Perhaps we have been wronged.
Yes.
That's right.
Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for our forgiveness! Am I right? Am I right? Then shout it to God! (ALL SHOUTING) What have you done for me lately? Where have you been? There is a disease aboard the ship, and it is a disease of denial! Am I right? Well, don't tell me.
Shout it to God! Cottle told me.
I didn't know.
We need We should talk.
(GRUNTS) Get off me! Feel better? They'll do anything I tell them to, won't they? They're your flock.
They'll follow you even into blasphemy.
A flock.
That's appropriate for sheep, isn't it? (CHUCKLES) A father's contempt for his children, isn't that what you were just preaching against? Well, if I'm their father, these people are in for more trouble than they know.
(ALL SHOUTING) TIGH: It's a godsdamn uprising.
With all respect, Colonel, I don't think we're there yet, but we do have a problem.
A problem? Ten of our ships refuse a direct order from the flagship.
Another 12 won't even respond to our hails.
They're not doing anything illegal.
The Quorum gave every ship the right to refuse any Cylon or Cylon technology aboard.
Jump drive upgrades is a military decision outside of the authority of the Quorum.
And you alone get to make that determination? Sir? Yes, Mr.
Gaeta.
I get to make that determination.
You have a problem with that? Admiral? I'm in receipt of an emergency signal from our marine commander aboard the Hitei Kan.
The crew of the tylium ship has mutinied.
(ALARM BLARING) They killed a Cylon and two marines.
Scramble the mardet alert team and launch the assault Raptor.
This is the XO.
Scramble the mardet alert team.
Mutiny aboard Hitei Kan.
Admiral, the tylium ship's pulling out of formation and spinning up their FTL drives.
I want to talk to whoever's in charge of that ship, right now.
Hitei Kan, Hitei Kan, this is Galactica, please respond.
This is a priority signal from Galactica actual to the current commander of your ship.
Sir, their drives are spooled up.
Where's my assault team? Raptors launching now.
ON RADIO: Galactica, Athena.
We've cleared the bay and are en route to Hitei Kan.
HOSHI ON RADIO: Hitei Kan, Hitei Kan, this is Galactica.
Please respond.
Mr.
Hoshi! I'm trying, Admiral, but they're not Wait.
They're communicating with Colonial One, sir.
The President? Can't be.
She's aboard Galactica.
Let's hear it.
MAN ON RADIO: The dradis The dradis shows a Raptor and Vipers heading straight for us! They'll be here any minute.
ZAREK: They have no right to board your ship without your permission.
Son of a bitch.
What should we do, Mr.
Vice President? Every citizen has the right to protect themselves from oppression.
Take whatever measures you think necessary.
She jumped! Hitei Kan has jumped away, sir! Taking all our fuel with them.
You know, there are days that I really hate this job.
ADAMA: Put me on scramble.
Athena.
Galactica actual.
I read you, actual.
You're ordered to board the Colonial One.
Locate and arrest the Vice President.
Then bring him back to Galactica.
Roger that, actual.
Arrest and return to Galactica.
What are my orders if he resists? In that case, the use of deadly force is authorized.
I repeat, the use of deadly force is authorized.
I'm sure you all have work.
Do it.
(CREW MURMURING) HOTDOG: I don't know anything about being a father.
It sucks.
Except for the parts that don't.
He won't even know who I am.
He barely knows who I am.
Don't worry.
We'll make it work.
"We"? Yeah, we.
As much as I'd love to walk out that frakking door right now.
All right.
Lessons in parenting.
Sit.
If your kid's in the hospital, you never leave him alone.
No matter what, someone's always here.
You get first shift, Dad.
Wait.
How long do I sit here? Until I get back.
That'll be after I sober up.
Don't move from that frakking chair.
Sworn statements, transcripts of wireless conversation, shipping records.
All kinds of documents, really, compiled over the last year, with one theme.
The buying and the selling of the Vice President's office.
So, this is a conversation about extortion.
No.
About law and order.
But you can call it what you want.
You see, I believe that you would walk happily to the gallows or languish in a cell for the rest of your life, if you can do it as a martyr to your cause.
But the idea of being publicly humiliated as a corrupt politician with your hand in the till, well, that would scare you.
You're reaching.
Am I? Graft.
Bribery.
Drug-running.
Gambling.
Theft.
Even a murder or two.
Somehow, I don't think that the legend and the myth, Tom Zarek, the political prisoner and a man of conscience, can survive the airing of that much dirty laundry.
You really think the Fleet is going to sit still for a long and politically motivated trial while you make an alliance with the Cylons? I think without the tylium ship we're not going anywhere.
We're gonna sit here for a long time.
At least we won't be bored.
You think I know where the tylium ship is.
Yes, I do.
Why? Because I know that you do.
Read the file.
Some juicy stuff.
Make a great story for the press.
Murder and extortion.
(ZAREK SIGHS) You know what the difference is between you and I, Admiral? You wear that uniform, and I don't.
You can cool your heels here until I check these out.
I wouldn't eat the food.
What're you going to do with that folder? Put it in a safe place.
Here's our tylium ship.
Well, that was fast.
How did you do it? I appealed to his intellect.
(CHUCKLES) Should I send in a medic? No, he's fine.
Well, you're not.
Maybe you should see a medic.
You look like hell.
I feel like it, too.
I need to rest.
Well, you earned it.
Let me know when they find the tylium ship.
I'll be with the President.
You got it.
Oh.
Give this to Hoshi.
Tell him to file it.
Laundry reports? ON RADIO: Hitei Kan, this is Athena.
Stand by to be boarded.
Any resistance will be met with force.
This is your only warning.
MAN ON RADIO: Understood.
Every revolution begins with one small act of courage, but I hope you know how serious this is.
I hope you understand that this will have consequences, deadly consequences, for a lot of people.
I've thought about the consequences and I'm ready for them.
We all are.
How many is "we"? Enough.
But once it starts, we'll get more support.
People know something has to be done.
The world is frakked.
It's upside down and somebody's gotta turn it right side up.
Are you that man? I'm one of them.
But I need a partner.
You've got one.
That's good.
Take it from here, Saul.
See you in the morning.
They've found the tylium ship.
Mmm-hmm.
Do you care? Mmm-mmm.
(CHUCKLING) Neither do I.
Hmm.
Good night.
Good night.
(THEME MUSIC)