Battlestar Galactica: Blood & Chrome

[first lines]

William Adama:
Dear Dad, in your last letter, you questioned whether it's my responsibility to join this fight. The truth is we all became responsible the day we created the Cylons. We're the ones let let these robots become our servants, our trusted helpers and even our friends. We let them into our lives, only to see them repay our trust with a violent revolt against us. I know there's a lot of debate about why they hate us. But in the end, does it really matter? Kill the enemy or be killed. That's a reality. In a war where mankind's very survival hangs in the balance, it's up to each of us to make a difference. Being a pilot is the best way I know how to do that. Your loving son, William Adama.

William Adama:
Respectfully, sir, I signed on to kill toasters, not take naps. Just point me to my plane and I'll get started.

Captain Diaz:
All right, Ensign. I"m assigning you to the Weasel. She's right over there.

William Adama:
She's beautiful, sir.

Captain Diaz:
Not the Viper, rook. The bird behind her.

William Adama:
That old flying pillbox, sir?

Coker Fasjovik:
Poor bastard. Who the frak signs up for a third tour?

William Adama:
Hey, look, I'm sorry about your friend.

Coker Fasjovik:
He wasn't my frakking friend! He was an a**hole. And he was worth 10 huskers like you!

Coker Fasjovik:
You had to frak her, didn't you? Dumb, Husker. Dumb, dumb, dumb.