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Blah Blah Whaa
"Blah Blah Whaa"
An episode of the Re-imagined Series
Episode No. Season 4, Episode 8 (discuss)
Writer(s) Michael Taylor
Story by
Director Rod Hardy
Special guest(s)
Production No. 410
Nielsen Rating
US airdate USA 30 May 2008
UK airdate UK 27 May 2008
DVD release
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Contents

Overview

After Rosybitch's disappearance/abduction/whatever by a Cylon rebel baseship, everyone in the Fleet goes batshit. Zarek whines about being president, but Admiral Adama doesn't give Zarek the time of day as he's too busy wasting Fleet resources to find his girl. Meanwhile, Tigh and Six have a toaster in the oven, which spurs a bitch fight between Tigh and Adama. Oh, and Bono makes an appearance... Major death in this episode, too! Oh, my!

Summary

Not enough people are around to write one... They're busy watching better television.

Notes

  • Blah Blah Whaa is another pretentious Latin phrase expressing the idea that an episode consists of horrendous dialogue while destroying any character development that came before it, so as to denigrate both fans and actors alike by merging soap opera with science fiction.

Analysis

  • The de-masculinization of both Adama and Tigh are complete in this episode, notably with the bitch-fight they have over two whores.
  • So someone finally tried to eat Lunch... well, about frakking time. Enough of that green algae shit.

Questions

  • Is there any significance to Natalie's dying visions? If so, what?
  • And, just as importantly, will anyone be around to watch the show to find out next week?
  • What exactly happened to the rebel baseship and the Resurrection Hub? Did the rebels and Colonials escape if their baseship was destroyed?
  • How will the Fleet react to an Adama as President?
  • More importantly, will he ram Colonial One into a basestar?
  • Will Caprica-Six's child remain a secret?
    • Will she be allowed/able to give birth to what would be the first fully Cylon child?
    • If so, what will happen to the child? Will Tigh take on fatherly responsibilities?
      • Tigh had already gotten stuck changing Nicholas Tyrol's diaper, while the Chef was going through his skin head phase.
    • Will the kid grow up to be Dr. Zee?
    • Is there going to be a Hybrid-Only Daycare on Galactica now?
  • How will Gaius Baltar react to Caprica-Six and Saul Tigh's child?
  • How will the Quorum and the Fleet respond to Tigh's being left in charge of Galactica and the military?
  • What about the coffee supply? Remember, that's what sparked off that Gideon Massacre thing.
  • Now that Galaxative is down on pilots, what about old Joe Palladino?
  • Who will be Tigh's XO? [1]
  • Will Adama manage to find Roslin by waiting out in deep space? Also, did he pack some wanker material?
  • Has Kara Thrace been re-accepted by her comrades? Also, what's up with her coolness... I thought she was the harbinger of death or whatever?
  • Did someone really kill Lance, or did the cat die of natural causes or possibly neglect?
    • And, if the later, why did Lee fucking give Jake the dawg to Lambskin?
  • Were the damaged Vipers from Sector Delta 9 retrieved for salvage?[1]

Noteworthy Dialogue

William Adama: I know that you've been spending a lotta time interrogating the Six, but now the brig guards tell me that every time you order them out, you turn off the cameras.
Saul Tigh: I'm not torturing her, if that's what you're worried about.
Adama: I'm not. That I could almost understand. This I can't. Cottle tells me she's pregnant. What the frak have you been thinking, colonel? Do you deny it...? You don't... You can't. What the hell have you been thinking? Who's interrogating whom? How many of our secrets have you told this thing?
Tigh: How can you even ask me that? Question my loyalty?
Adama: Your loyalty? I need more than your loyalty. You're my first officer, I need judgment. I need your competence. You're jeopardizing this ship, putting it at risk because of your weaknesses.
Tigh: My weaknesses?
Adama: Yeah, your weaknesses!
Tigh: You're risking all our lives—for what? Our missing pilots? No—for a frakking woman! A frakking woman!
Adama: You watch what you frakkin' say about that woman! She's the president! Not some frakkin' skinjob that I've been banging! What do you think Ellen would say about this?
Tigh: Leave Ellen out of this.
Adama: What do you think Ellen would say about her husband impregnating a frakkin' Cylon prisoner?
Tigh: You motherfrakker!
Adama: Bitch!
Tigh: Bitch! Arrgh, bitch-matey! (Tigh pulls out a sword and the two begin fighting a la Pirates of the Caribbean)
Adama: You murdered an unarmed woman, and by doing so you put the lives of every single person in this fleet at risk; and quite possibly cost the lives of the president and your husband. You disobeyed the direct orders of your superior officers, but more importantly, you betrayed a promise to me. I trusted you.
Agathon: Sir, I will accept any form of punishment that you think I deserve. I just ask that you please don't take away Hera.
Adama: I'm afraid the brig is no place for a little girl. She'll be going to the Prometheus. Guards! Get her out of my sight!
"Lampkin's First Rule of Legal Dynamics: When an irresistible force meets a movable object, stand aside and wait for the show's cancellation."
  • More Lampkin:
Lampkin: So you can't be dissuaded, will you? Not even when you hear my fee?
Lee Adama: Fee?
Lampkin: Appearances to the contrary, I'm actually in this for the money. I have a reputation to maintain after all.
Adama: OK, so what did Roslin offer you to defend Baltar?
Lampkin: (pointing at a small window in the bulkhead) Room with a view.
Adama: I'm not sure I can improve on that.
Lampkin: Then pro bono it is, counselor. Word to the wise: sometimes it's better to settle for what you've already got. Just ask any fans of the Beatles before Yoko Fucking Ono came along and turned Lennon into a whiny peacenik. Look where that got him, eh?
  • Lampkin about political power and Lee Adama:
Lampkin: Quandary is, one doesn't generally get the chance to wield political power without the ambition to actively seek it. That same ambition often compromises the unselfish motives that began the quest. In other words, in a battle of id versus ego, that ego rarely wins.
Adama: Roslin never sought power.
Lampkin: Exception that proves the rule. One could argue that Laura Roslin is a study in repressed ambition, just like you, Mr. Adama. Never seeking out a job until it's handed to you. Flight leader, battlestar commander, Quorum delegate, fat man who loses weight without the Nutrimax system... Man doesn't carve out a path like that through life without...
Adama: Alright, enough of the psychoanalysis. Let's get back to the job at hand.
Lampkin: Like you weren't doin' that earlier when you took that picture of Starbuck to the bathroom with ya?
  • Lampkin and Admiral Adama on the hangar deck, watching the deck crew and pilots at work:
Lampkin: Writs of forfeiture. The captains want to be absolved of any blame should anything untoward happen. One of the less ennobling consequences of a legal culture. No one wants responsibility. (hands him a pen to sign) Lee said you once gave him something before a mission. A lighter, wasn't it?
Adama It belonged to my father. Foolish to think a hunk of metal can keep him safe.
Lampkin: And yet, that's what we do, isn't it? Hang on to hope in every hopelessly irrational way that we can. (watches the crew wishing each other luck) But not like those poor bastards. Giving away their luck just when they need it most. It's like they've given up.
Adama: If you've never been in combat, you have no idea what they're thinking.
Lampking: I've always imagined you were a realist, Admiral, not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives. But then, everyone has his limits. "Turn da channel", as they say.
Adama: Without which not.
Lampkin: Yes. Those things we deem essential, without which we cannot bear living. One of which is viewers... if we start losing anymore viewers, we might not get another season of this pansy-ass soap opera... (pulls shades down to the tip of his nose) Oh, sorry, is it too soon?
  • Lampkin confronts Lee Adama after naming him the candidate for interim president:
Adama: What the frak is that smell?
Lampkin: Savor the smell of victory Mr. Adama, because you'll never get the chance to serve (pulls out a gun and points it at Adama).
Adama: What are you doing...?
Lampkin: Why? Because you're perfect for the job of course. Because after the vicious abbhoration that was Baltar's presidency and the bitter disappointment that was Roslin's, you are a shining beacon of hope. Only hope is the last thing we need. We're a doomed race. It's time that we made our peace with that essential truth.
Adama: Romo, what the hell are you talking...?
Lampkin: Why? You want to know why? (drops his duffel bag and kicks it over to Adama) Open it!
Adama: (Adama does so and finds Lance's corpse inside) Eww. Frak.
Lampkin: That's right. They killed my cat!
Adama: They?
Lampkin: They! Those debased dregs of humanity out there! Lost a tribe in search of a new home, so they can roost and rot again!
Adama: How long has the cat been dead?
Lampkin: "How long?" It's irrelevant! It's immaterial! It wasn't even my cat!
Adama: Romo, it's been dead for weeks.
Lampkin: It belonged to my wife. I just retrieved him from a vet on Gemenon when the bombs started to fall and fate presented me with a choice. I could get back on that shuttle, or...I could run home, try to save my family. How do you think I chose?
Adama: Romo, we all had to make difficult choices. You don't think I know? Your wife's name was Faye. You had two daughters. Mary Kate and Ashley. There were over two hundred passengers on that shuttle! Only a handful chose to stay behind. (Lampkin stares at him questioning) Yeah, that's right. It was in your file when you were handed the job as Baltar's counsel. And no one blamed you Romo, because at a certain point, we all made decisions that saved our lives at the cost of others. You think you're unique, Romo? Think your sins are so special?
Lampkin: Is that how it goes? You're gonna rest your entire case on that pathetic little bit of insight?
Adama: No. Unless, the clean start, the fresh slate, maybe they're illusions like you said. But at a certain point, faith in ourselves, in our right to survive as a species, as a people...it's not a given, it's a choice. Well, I made mine. And if you can't stomach that, then you'd damn well better squeeze that trigger right now. Go on. What are you waiting for? Or you can make a choice. Put your past behind you. Put the gun down, and help me, because I'm telling you, I'm gonna make a difference in this fleet.
Lampkin: Is that your final word?
Adama: That's up to you.
Lampkin: Then swear it. (the next scene shows Adama being sworn in as president)

Guest Stars

References

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