I'm hoping that after this episode, the Apollo/Starbuck/Dualla/Sam love quadrangle will be over - but I think that's wishful thinking as we open at bedtime on Galactica. It opens with an eerie lullaby performed by a very Jesus-looking Baltar. I half expected Freddy Krueger to come out from a dark corner and slash him apart - yeah, the lullaby was that disturbing. Even more disturbing than Starbuck and Apollo's relationship...

Baltar's imaginary cylon is helping him commit suicide in his cell. Hello Guards? You have one job: watch the prisoner! Damn, Baltar's attempt appears to be successful and he winds up in the cylon bubble bath of resurrection. Huh? Is this one of his delusions? Gods, I hope so. I desperately wanted to know at least one more cylon model. I guess beggars can't be choosers, but come on... Baltar?? That just seems too easy... but of course, it's all in his head. Baltar is fine. False alarm. Nothing to see here.

With the surviving humans' favorite hang-out Cloud Nine blown to bits, someone creates a new hot-spot on Galactica where everyone can escape, blow off steam, throw back some shots and well, run into everyone else on the ship. Maybe they need two bars on Galactica?? I miss Cloud Nine, but damn, this new bar is happening: girls (okay, one girl) dancing on tables and it's only a short stumble home -- no drunken space-driving. Nice!

Chief and Apollo are getting their drink on while Chief complains of his marital woes. Good idea Chief, I'm sure coming home cocked will make everything WAY better at home. I wouldn't mess with Callie... remember Boomer's fate?

Friendly Reminder

Anyway, from there we head to The Meeting of the Minds, I, with guest stars, Gaeta and Doc(they always throw Helo or some other underling in there to make it look more democratic), they are deciding the best way to get answers from Baltar. The doctor explains that Baltar is refusing to eat and that combined with sleep deprivation is not helping. President Roslin makes it clear that she wants him fed and talking... easier said than done... Meanwhile, Col. Tigh says that he'll "put security cameras in his cell" which is code for "heading to the cool new bar where chicks dance on tables"... hey, we all now he loves the sauce.

Apollo's drunk-ass stumbles home, and with whiskey-filled balls, doesn't take any crap from Dualla. Right before he passes out, we find out that they have a dinner date the next night, sounds like fun night with the happy couple! I wonder if they opened a new TGIF in the Rec Sector - best frozen algae drinks in the galaxy! But really, don't they only have algae to eat?? Did I miss something? Maybe a nice ambience accentuates the flavor.

Good ol' days

On the other side of Galactica, Roslin pays Baltar a little visit and in an homage to his assholeness, she behaves in the same way as he did when the roles were reversed last season. Roslin tells him that she doesn't want to see him suffer. Wait...why? Madame President, please don't disappoint! Oh, she just wants answers... Baltar claims he knows nothing about the cylons or the temple. She then confronts him on colluding with the cylons and spotting him with Caprica before the colonies were attacked. He denies, denies, denies...