The Chief is inspecting Starbuck's recently captured Cylon fighter. Starbuck limps onto the deck to see how things are going.
Heh.
Starbuck: What seems to be the problem?
Chief: Well, your new boyfriend's a bit of a jerk, Sir.
Starbuck: It's a girl.
Chief: Well, if you don't mind her goo on your face ... she's all yours, Sir.
Heh.