Laura Roslin: I want to believe you. I want to believe I haven't made such a profound error in judgment in trusting you and asking your advice. But here's where we are, Doctor. If anyone can be a Cylon, and it's hard to tell us apart, then we only have one thing left to trust: our instincts, our feelings. And the moment they told me it was your face in the photo, I knew I believed it. I believe you were involved in the attack, somehow. I feel it. Gaius Baltar: You'll forgive me, Madame President, if I don't wish to be executed based solely on your gut feeling.