Light My Cigar
Lee: Dad, stop asking to check my homework—
Kara: Got a light?
Lee: I know you, you're—you're bleeding.
Kara: It's nothing, I just punched the XO
I'm happy the Old Man doesn't know.
Would you light my cigar?
What are staring at?
Lee: Nothing. Your eyes are kind of piercing.
You look familiar,
Can you make it?
Kara: Just haven't drank much in an hour.
At least the room stopped after that flight.
What?
Lee: Nothing, your evil glare reminded me of—
Kara: I always remind people of—who died?
Lee: My brother. His name was Zak.
Kara: It's out again. Sorry 'bout your bro.
Would you light my cigar?
Lee: Well.
Kara: Yeah. Oh!
Lee: It blew out again?
Kara: No, I think that I dropped my stims.
Lee: I know I've seen you out and about
When I actually used to fly.
Your cigar's out.
Kara: Frak – I had them when I walked in the door.
They were pure!
Are they on the floor?
Lee: Wait…stims?
Kara: They say that I've got the best ass, in the Viper squadron
Is it true?
Lee: What?
Kara: You're staring again.
Lee: Oh of course. I mean, it's not as nice as—uh-h, well. You look familiar.
Kara: Like your brother I killed.
Lee: WHAT?!
Kara: Nevermind. Do you go to the pilot briefings?
That's where I work, I scream.
Lee: Yes! They give you all the nuggets!
Kara: It's a living.
Lee: I didn't recognize you
Without a red face.
Kara: We could light the cigar,
Oh won't you light the cigar?
Lee: Why don't you forget those stims.
You look like your thirty.
Kara: I'm twenty! But I'm old for my age.
I was born to be bad!
We could light the cigar?
Oh what'd you do with my cigar?
Lee: That was my last match.
Kara: Our eyes'll adjust. Thank god for light bulbs.
Lee: Maybe it's not light bulbs at all. I hear Baltar screaming in his cell.
Kara: He deserves it…he deserves it.
Lee: You've got acne.
Kara: You too.
Lots. Like your father.
Do you wanna dance?
Lee: With you?
Kara: No.
With your father.
Lee: Ew.