Sue-Shaun: No sign of Centurions on the perimeter.
Samuel Anders: I don't like it. The human toasters don't go anywhere alone.
Sue-Shaun: Think they're bait?
Anders: Well, a pair of Cylons don't just drive up here in broad daylight. Not after we hit that convoy last week.
Anders: All right, screw it. Pass word for everybody to sight in. I wanna blow these Cylons away before they ever knew what hit them.
Sue-Shaun: Got it.