Galactica 1980

Captain Troy:
[after taking off in a Viper from the Galactica] Well, how did you like that?

Jamie Hamilton:
Don't bother me, I'm praying.

Lt. Dillon:
[to a Hell's Angel] You must have us confused with somebody else. My name's not turkey, and neither is his.

Willy:
Pull over, wise guys. Or we'll run you over. Got it?

Lt. Dillon:
He seems very insistent.

Capt. Troy:
We can't afford to let them get too good of a look of these machines. We're gonna risk showing them a little more than I hoped to. Ready?

Lt. Dillon:
Ready.

Capt. Troy:
This is where we get off.

Willy:
Yeah? This ain't no off-ramp, dude.

Lt. Dillon:
Surprise.

Jamie Hamilton:
You mind explaining what you're doing?

Capt. Troy:
Uh... Picking up our currency.

Jamie Hamilton:
Did you just rifle that coin box?

Capt. Troy:
What she say?

Lt. Dillon:
I don't know. What's a terrorist chauvinist?

Capt. Troy:
Dillon, will you stop this machine before you kill us all.

Lt. Dillon:
I don't suppose it flies, does it?

Jamie Hamilton:
Flies? What's he on?

Dr. Donald Mortinson:
Oh, it's a simple internal combustion engine that turns a drive shaft that rotates wheels.

Lt. Dillon:
Talk about primitive. Haven't you people ever heard of anti-gravity travel?

Jamie Hamilton:
What are you guys? Martians?

Lt. Dillon:
Close.

Dr. Zee:
On the contrary. Our knowledge of the Earth's past grows with every hour. But our two warriors must leave at once. If she's truly a student of history...

Jamie Hamilton:
Student? I had a straight A average.

Dr. Zee:
She might be able to tell us about the period known as the 1940s.

Jamie Hamilton:
The 1940s. Well that was the time dominated by World War II.

Commander Adama:
World War II?

Jamie Hamilton:
Yes, you see, the First World War was known as "the war to end all wars." But it didn't work out that way. Then, 20 years later, in 1939, World War II broke out.

Commander Adama:
What caused it?

Jamie Hamilton:
Basically it was a struggle for power. But it was also a struggle between various political philosophies, with United States, Great Britain and her Commonwealth, China and the Soviet Union on one side, against the fascists of Germany, Italy and Japan on the other. It literally involved every continent on Earth.

Dr. Zee:
You see, Adama. She can be a vast help to us.

Commander Adama:
Well, as usual, Dr. Zee, you are right.

Jamie Hamilton:
That's a very good trick. How long will it stay like that?

Capt. Troy:
Until the energizers wear down. They're about 24 of your Earth hours.

Jamie Hamilton:
And if we don't get back in time?

Lt. Dillon:
The Nazis will probably find the ship.

Jamie Hamilton:
Permanent home in Nazi Germany. Nice.

Capt. Troy:
You insisted on coming along.

Lt. Dillon:
I wonder if they'd let me take over the controls for awhile?

Capt. Troy:
I wouldn't even let you.

Andromus:
[Surprised at the size of human children who has just greeted him a Happy Halloween] Happy Halloween little people.

[Starbuck has reactivated a Cylon centurion, who upon awakening unholsters his laser sidearm]

Lt. Starbuck:
I've been in charge of this planet for three days and already I've doubled the population. I hereby declare myself president-elect, if that's all right with you.

Cylon Warrior:
[his voice a mixture of standard Cylon synthesized monotone with an almost human inflection] Die, human.

Lt. Starbuck:
[taking the Centurion's weapon away] Don't be ridiculous. You'd think I'd save you and then let you shoot me? Besides, it doesn't work.

[Starbuck squeezes the trigger on the Cylon weapon, which does not fire]

Lt. Starbuck:
Here, try it.

[Starbuck hands the weapon back to the Centurion, who squeezes the trigger at Starbuck, who is surprised and hastily yanks the weapon out of the Centurion's hand]

Lt. Starbuck:
You really did! Well, how'd you like to end up like those two?

[Starbuck gestures to the two other crippled Cylons from the wreckage of a Cylon raider as the Centurion stands up and stalks menacingly toward Starbuck]

Cylon Warrior:
Human evil.

Lt. Starbuck:
[backing away from the Centurion] Now, now, let's not get hostile.

[Starbuck grabs the control for the Centurion and deactivates him. He then reactivates him. The Centurion lunges toward him again, Starbuck deactivates him, then reactivates him]

Lt. Starbuck:
See? I can turn you off or on, but I don't intend to keep on doing that, not unless you're willing to listen to reason. Is any of this making any sense?

Cylon Warrior:
Turn off, and turn on.

Lt. Starbuck:
Exactly.

Cylon Warrior:
You repaired me, you did not create me. I am a Cylon.

Lt. Starbuck:
So you have no sense of loyalty to me for saving you?

Cylon Warrior:
I would have to think about that.

Lt. Starbuck:
So, uh, what happened during the landing?

Cylon Warrior:
The situation did not compute.

Lt. Starbuck:
So you didn't know what to do. What happened next? Someone whip out the manual?

Cylon Warrior:
Yes. The manual did not help.

Lt. Starbuck:
What did you do when it came time for a little, uh, personal initiative?

Cylon Warrior:
We were taking a vote when the ground came up and hit us.

Lt. Starbuck:
Aren't you even interested in what a human is? Don't you care what it is you've been trying to destroy for a thousand years?

Cylon Warrior:
You are our enemy.

Lt. Starbuck:
[nodding sarcastically] Yes, so you keep telling me. But why are we the enemy?

Cylon Warrior:
Because you are.

Lt. Starbuck:
[in disgust] Oh, Cy.

[pause]

Lt. Starbuck:
You mind if I call you Cy?

[the centurion shifts on his feet]

Lt. Starbuck:
Cy, you have the mentality of a two-year-old.

Cylon Warrior:
A two-year-old what?

Lt. Starbuck:
Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

[Lt. Starbuck is teaching a Cylon he reactivated dubbed "Cy" a card game called pyramid and Cy points out something wrong]

Lt. Starbuck:
Are you accusing me of cheating?

[Cy's "eye" stops, glows brighter, resumes its course]

[Cy returns, carrying a pregnant woman in his arms]

Lt. Starbuck:
She's alive!

Cylon Warrior:
I presumed you'd prefer her that way.

Lt. Starbuck:
Cy, this isn't funny. This is a living, breathing human being.

Cylon Warrior:
Yes, I feel I have already compromised everything I believe in. What's helping one more human going to matter more or less?

Lt. Starbuck:
Cy, this is more than a woman.

Cylon Warrior:
I'm sorry if you are displeased, there wasn't much of a selection.

Lt. Starbuck:
Cy, this woman is with child.

Cylon Warrior:
Child?

Lt. Starbuck:
Small human. She's going to bear another human life.

Cylon Warrior:
I am rapidly being surrounded.

Cylon Warrior:
I may not find your incessant talk fascinating, but at least I don't walk off.

Lt. Starbuck:
Did you say something, Cy?

Cylon Warrior:
[sarcastically] No, of course not. What could I possibly say to you? I'm nothing but a machine.

[In a flashback, Starbuck reversed his viper's engines and opened fire on a Cylon Raider]

Cylon Warrior:
That was an unexpected move.

Cylon Warrior:
He is a very good warrior.

Cylon Warrior:
That is a small consolation. We are going to crash.

[Discussing the pregnant woman that Cy just brought Starbuck]

Lt. Starbuck:
She is going to bear another human life.

Cylon Warrior:
I am rapidly being surrounded.

[Amid attack by a huge armada of Cylon raiders, Boomer lands on the besieged Galactica and confronts Adama within the battlestar's interior command chamber]

Boomer:
But sir, we can't just leave him there!

Commander Adama:
Boomer, don't you think I want to go back for him? You think I want to leave someone I love like a son, knowing we'll never see him again? Take a look out there!

[Adama gestures to off-screen scan images of Cylon raiders slaughtering Fleet ships and vipers and the heroic resistance of the Galactica's vipers]

Commander Adama:
We'll be lucky if we can save our Fleet!

Boomer:
You mean we can never go back?

Commander Adama:
That is correct! There is no going back! Our enemy pushes us on and on and on! And until we're strong enough or can find Earth and get help, we can never stop or turn away or look back!

[Boomer turns away from Adama, choking back tears and seeing more scan images of the massacre of Colonial ships, before turning back to Adama]

Boomer:
[his voice cracking with suppressed grief] Thank you, sir. I appreciate your honesty.

[Boomer leaves the command chamber as a female scan officer turns to Adama]

Scan Officer:
First enemy wave has been taken back. They're running with our fighters in pursuit.

Commander Adama:
Order our fighters to break off and let them run! Fleet is to proceed ahead at flank speed!

[Adama then turns away, his eyes shut in grief as the Fleet assembles to escape the quadrant]

Commander Adama:
[to himself] Goodbye, Starbuck. I love you. We all love you.

[as Starbuck watches from behind a boulder, Cy approaches three centurions who have spotted Starbuck]

Centurion:
Greetings, centurion. Identify.

Cylon Warrior:
I am Group Leader Cyrus. Lower your weapons.

[the three centurions lower their sidearms]

Centurion:
And where is the human?

Cylon Warrior:
I extend my weapon that I may perform the following function.

[Cy opens fire, shooting two centurions before being shot by their leader. Starbuck then jumps out from behind the boulder and shoots the remaining Cylon]

Lt. Starbuck:
[running toward Cy before the centurion falls to the ground] Cy! Cy, you saved our lives! Cy, are you all right?

Cylon Warrior:
[now cradled in Starbuck's arms] I don't think so. My circuits are fading.

Lt. Starbuck:
[desperately] No Cy, no. It's just you and me now. One human, and one Cylon.

Cylon Warrior:
[the human inflection in his synthesized voice now noticably weaker] No, Starbuck. Not human, not Cylon. Friends.

[Cy's power shuts off, and Starbuck, almost in tears, can only hold the slain centurion, fully realizing Cy's final words were indeed correct]

Lt. Starbuck:
Angela, what did you mean by "Judgement Day"? Who is going to be judging me?

Angela:
We all judge ourselves, Starbuck.

Lt. Starbuck:
I hope so, because I plan on being very easy on myself in certain categories.

Sheriff Ellsworth:
[to Air Force colonel] I get the awful feeling we're getting closer to what you're looking for.