Battlestar Galactica, Season 2

[Sharon explains what happens to Cylons after they die - specifically, the Number Six that Starbuck killed.]

Sharon "Athena" Agathon:
Her consciousness is being downloaded into another body right now. And when she wakes up, she'll tell them exactly where we are.

Helo:
She's right. We can't stay here.

Starbuck:
She's right, huh? Sharon the Cylon is right. Let's all just listen to Sharon the Cylon, do whatever she says, 'cause that's a good idea.

Starbuck:
[after seeing Caprica Boomer take the captured Raider] Bitch took my ride.

Tigh:
That software firewall ready?

Lieutenant Felix Gaeta:
Best I can make it, sir. Wish Dr. Baltar was here.

Tigh:
To hell with that. I'll take your work over that shifty son of a bitch's any day.

Apollo:
Remember, just head away from the sound of gunfire.

Roslin:
What about you?

Apollo:
We're heading towards the gunfire.

[Starbuck and Helo are walking the streets on Caprica.]

Starbuck:
It's not exactly what I expected. I thought I'd be stepping over decaying corpses in the streets.

Helo:
Yeah, we saw a few bodies here and there. Not much though. Sharon said..[Starbuck glares at him.] Cylon Sharon said they had troops picking up the bodies transporting them to mass incinerators.

Starbuck:
Your girlfriend's from a lovely family. Good people, great values.

Starbuck:
After they attacked, I never... I never pined over any of my old crap. Never missed it. Stupid view of the parking lot. Broken toilet in the bathroom. You know, everyone I know... is fighting to get back what they had. And I'm fighting 'cause I don't know how to do anything else.

Apollo:
[to Colonel Tigh] I am not fit to wear the uniform...and maybe I never was. Then again, neither are you.

[From a deleted scene. A flashback to Tigh and Adama reminiscing about the previous Cylon war.]

Adama:
I was on the Galactica. We were boarded the last week of the war. By the end of the war they had learned a lot. Gotten smart. Clever. They didn't head to CIC or the magazines. Two teams. One went to Secondary Damage Control and the other to Aux Fire Control. See, that's clever. Not the CIC, Auxiliary. And not the Primary DC, the Secondary.

Tigh:
Why?

Adama:
First team was after the fire suppression system. It tried to override our safety lockouts and vent our air into space. Kill all of us before we could get our EVA suits on. Then the second team just walks in the Aux Fire Control and turns our own guns against the ships trying to rescue us. It was smart. Clever. Almost 2,000 guys bought the farm that day.

Baltar:
I just don't respond to the title "Doc." A dock is a platform for loading and unloading material. My title is "Doctor" or "Mr. Vice President," if you don't mind.

Galen Tyrol:
You are loading, are you not?

Baltar:
I'm not trained for this kind of thing. I've never fired a gun in my life.

Specialist Diana Seelix:
I haven't fired o­ne since basic.

Baltar:
You?

Cally:
I just joined to pay for dental school.

Roslin:
[to the Quorum of Twelve] Thank you all for coming. I have a statement I would like to make. The attempted military coup against the lawful government of the Colonies is illegal, ill-advised, and clearly doomed to failure. I have not resigned the Presidency, and I will fight this action with everything at my command.

Tigh:
She's crazy. She's nuts! She thinks she's a prophet or some such nonsense. Go ahead and ask her, she'll tell you. Just listen to her! What was it, the...Arrow Of Apollo will open the Tomb of...Artemis, or some such nonsense.

Roslin:
Everything I have done is consistent and logical. We have found Kobol, we have found the City of the Gods, and when we retrieve the Arrow, we will open the tomb of Athena, and we will find the road to Earth.

Baltar:
Its all so pointless. We kill them, and they kill us, so we kill more of them, so they kill more of us. What's the point anymore?

Virtual Six:
You, your race, invented murder. Invented killing for sport, greed, envy. Its man's one true art form.

Virtual Six:
I am so proud of you Gaius.

Baltar:
Why? 'Cause I've taken a life?

Virtual Six:
It is what makes you human.

Baltar:
Is it? Not conscious thought? Not poetry, or art, or music, literature? Murder. Murder is my heritage...

[Tyrol, under suspicion because of his relationship with sleeper Cylon Boomer, is interrogated by Tigh]

Colonel Saul Tigh:
You're sweating.

Senior Chief Petty Officer Galen Tyrol:
It's hot in here.

Tigh:
How long have you known that Lieutenant Valerii was planning to assassinate Commander Adama?

Tyrol:
I had no idea she was planning anything of the kind.

Tigh:
[reaching for a flask in his boot] You were frakking her.

Tyrol:
I ended that weeks ago, on your orders-

Tigh:
You covered for her, you lied for her...

Tyrol:
I admit, I used bad judgment-

Tigh:
...you protected her at every turn...

Tyrol:
Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon! [sees that Tigh clearly disbelieves him] I would like to exercise my Article 21 rights at this time.

Tigh:
[chuckles darkly] I'm sure you would. I guess you haven't heard: Cylons don't have rights.

Tyrol:
(surprised) Cylon?! Wait a minute-!

Tigh:
You know what we do with Cylons, Chief?

Tyrol:
I'm not a Cylon!

Tigh:
Roslin came up with the execution method.

Tyrol:
I'm Galen Tyrol!

Tigh:
She put a Cylon out of the airlock.

Tyrol:
My father was a priest! My mother was an oracle! I've served on Battlestars since I was eighteen years old! Pegasus, Columbia, Atlantia, Galac-

[Tigh backhands Tyrol, sending him to the floor]

Tigh:
[shouting] Don't talk to me like you're a soldier! You are not a soldier! [more quietly] The old man always had a soft spot for you. Let him decide what to do with you.

Tyrol:
Colonel, you've gotta believe me. I'm not a Cylon. I'd never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man!

Tigh:
That's what your girlfriend said. [to the nearby guard] Get him the hell out of here!

Cally:
But I've known the Chief for years. He's no toaster!

Baltar:
He was involved with Lieutenant Valerii, who most certainly is a toaster.

Virtual Six:
That word is racist. I don't like it.

Cally:
Sure, he showed some bad judgment getting involved with her, but that doesn't mean he's a toaster! You've got to help him.

Virtual Six:
Say something, Gaius. Tell her you won't have racial epithets used in your presence.

Baltar:
I'm very sorry. I was going to tell the Colonel there's nothing I can do. The Cylon detector I developed doesn't work. Clearly.

Cally:
No. You've got to help him.

Virtual Six:
Your child's gonna be half toaster. How does that make you feel?

Baltar:
Nothing would make me happier.

Roslin:
Doctor, I need your help, but it's illegal, dangerous, and a violation of your oath as an officer.

Doctor Cottle:
You're a lousy salesman.

Starbuck:
Didn't see any shiny silver out there. I think we're dealing with the human variety.

Helo:
Hope so. They're not as tough as mechanicals.

Starbuck:
Yeah, they do bleed good, though. You gotta like that.

Baltar:
Love is a strange and wonderful thing chief - you be happy you experienced it all - even if it was with a machine.

Adama:
She was a Cylon, a machine. Is that what Boomer was, a machine? A thing?

Tyrol:
That's what she turned out to be.

Adama:
She was more than that to us. She was more than that to me. She was a vital, living person aboard my ship for almost two years. She couldn't have been just a machine. Could you love a machine?

[Cylons discussing the surgical testing they are performing on Starbuck.]

Number Four/Simon:
 : ...pending lab test results on [sample for] ovaries, complete removal will proceed tomorrow. They've lab tested positive and subject will be removed to processing facility for final disposition.

Number Six:
Is that regret I hear in your voice, Simon?

Number Four/Simon:
If it is, it certainly is none of your concern.

Adama:
Well, when you think you love somebody, you love them. That's what love is. Thoughts…

[Apollo's talking to Starbuck]

Apollo:
Hmm. It must have been hard, being back on Caprica. Being home. Probably saw some tough things back there. Anyway, tomorrow this whole thing is gonna end, one way or another. We find the tomb or we don't. We find a way to earth or we don't. I just want you to know, Kara, that I am your friend. I love you. If there is anything you wanna talk about, anything you wanna get off your chest then... I am here for you. [Starbuck starts throwing a ball towards the wall once more]

Apollo:
Anyway... whenever you wanna talk, just let me know. [walks away]

Starbuck:
What was that middle part again?

Apollo:
Hm? What do you mean?

Starbuck:
Did you say you love me?

Apollo:
[laughs] Well... ahm...

Starbuck:
Lee Adama loves me.

Apollo:
No, all I meant was-

Starbuck:
No seriously! Very sweet. You love me! [Apollo walks away] No, you love me. You can't take it back. There are no take backs.

Apollo:
You're dreaming it Kara.

Starbuck:
You love me.

Apollo:
You're dreaming it.

Starbuck:
You love me.

Apollo:
Dreamer... [disappears around the corner]

Starbuck:
Hmhm... okay.

[Roslin and the representatives of the breakaway fleet are discussing whether Galactica can become a threat to them.]

Tom Zarek:
 : We're not entirely defenseless. Some of our ships are armed. We should take steps to arm the others just in case.

Apollo:
Just in case we want to commit suicide. If Galactica wants to take us down there's nothing we can do about it. Nothing. And nobody in this room should be under any illusions on that count.

Virtual Six:
For once, Gaius, you can stop manipulating the world and let destiny take its course. If there's one thing we know about human beings with certainty: they are masters of self-destruction.

[Lieutenant Anastasia "Dee" Dualla talking to Adama about his actions after being shot by Boomer.]

Anastasia "Dee" Dualla:
I don't think the problem is that you've been betrayed, I think its that you feel helpless. You were shot, you were injured, and when you finally had a chance to do something, you let us down. You made a promise, to all of us...

Adama:
Mr. Gaeta? I want to see all recon material o­n Kobol immediately in my quarters.

Felix Gaeta:
[surprised] Aye, sir?

Tigh:
Kobol?

Adama:
Yes. I'm putting the fleet back together. I'm putting our family back together. This ends now.

[Onboard Raptor One, transporting a party down to Kobol]

Tyrol:
How simple could it be? Okay. We're in the north-northwest continent, quadrant C, sector 2, which...

Lieutenant Margaret "Racetrack" Edmondson:
Oh, for frak's sake, let me see if I can make heads or tails of it.

Tyrol:
Look, I marked the terrain as best as I could but we're not... topography's for pansies anyways.

[Commander Adama and Billy Keikeya, onboard Raptor One, discussing President Roslin]

Adama:
She thinks you'll be President one day.

Billy:
'Scuse me?

Adama:
That's what she said to me once, that you reminded her of President Adar when he ran for his first office.

Billy:
I don't really know how to respond to that, sir.

Adama:
Don't let it go to your head. Adar was a moron.

Helo:
So Cally kills Sharon and the old man gives her 30 days in the brig. 30 days for murder.

Caprica Sharon:
They don't see it as murder, Helo. That's what I'm trying to tell you. That's what you're not hearing. To him, to the president, to all of them Cylons aren't people. I'm not a person to them. I'm a thing.

(On "Earth" (a representation of Earth's night sky found within the Tomb of Athena):

Adama:
I thought we were in the Tomb of Athena.

Starbuck:
I think that was just the lobby.

Baltar:
So who or what are you, exactly?

Virtual Six:
I am an angel of God sent here to protect you. To guide you, to love you.

Baltar:
To what end?

Virtual Six:
To the end of the human race.

Number Three / D'Anna Biers:
[after meeting Baltar for the first time] What a strange little man.

[Filming an interview with Apollo.]

Biers:
You seem to think that your pilots deserve special consideration.

Apollo:
Actually, I do. Like everyone else, my pilots have lost their families, their friends, everyone they ever cared about; but on top of that they're asked to put their lives on the line every single day, for a fleet that seems more interested in what they do wrong than in what they do right. They're not asking for your pity, but they damn well deserve your respect.

[The closing voice-over narration to D'anna Biers' documentary on the Battlestar Galactica, which runs over a montage of images from the ship. The Colonial Anthem tinkles in the background and gradually builds to up to a grand swell.]

Biers:
I came to Galactica to tell a story. In all honesty I thought I knew what that story was before I ever set foot there: how an arrogant military let their egos get in the way of doing their jobs, safeguarding the lives of the civilian population. But I found out that the truth was more complex than that. These people aren't Cylons. They're not robots blindly following orders and polishing their boots. They're people. Deeply flawed, yes, but deeply human too, and maybe that's saying the same thing. What struck me most is that despite it all - the hardships, the stress, the ever present danger of being killed - despite all that, they never give up. They never lie down in the road and let the truck run them over. They wake up in the morning, put on their uniforms and do their jobs. Every day. No pay, no rest, no hope of ever laying down the burden or letting someone else do the job. There are no relief troops coming, no Colonial Fleet training new recruits every day. The people on Galactica are it. They are the thin line of blue that separates us from the Cylons. Lt. Gaeta told me a remarkable statistic; not a single member of Galactica's crew has asked to resign, not one. Think about that. If you wore the uniform wouldn't you want to quit? To step aside and say "enough! Let someone else protect the fleet"? I know I would. But then, I don't wear a uniform. Most of us don't, most of us never will. The story of Galactica isn't that people make bad decisions under pressure, it's that those mistakes are the exception. Most of the time the men and women serving under Commander Adama get it right. The proof is that our fleet survives. And with Galactica at our side, we will endure. This is D'anna Biers, Fleet News Service.

Apollo:
Nobody's expecting a miracle.

Tyrol:
Maybe that's the problem.

[Lt. Gaeta is starting to lose his composure under constant pressure.]

Gaeta:
Sir, I'm running every diagnostic we've got. Checking each line of code could take days.

Tigh:
I am not interested in excuses. Fix it!

Gaeta:
[shouting] It's not an excuse, sir. It's a frakking fact!

Tyrol:
Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing, couldn't trap a landing worth a damn.

[Tigh walks into the tool closet on the hanger deck and discovers Tyrol making homebrew]

Tigh:
What's this, Chief?

Tyrol:
I'm making solvent, sir, to clean machine parts.

Tigh:
Solvent my ass. I know a still when I smell it.

Adama:
I took your advice, met on common ground.

Roslin:
And what was that?

Adama:
We both wanted to live.

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[Baltar tries a new approach to interrogating the tortured Gina Inviere, he has her chains removed and brings her some food.]

Baltar:
The food is yours. It's not a trick. I'm not gonna take it away the last second. You know I.. I'm just gonna talk right now. I don't expect you to say anything. Back on Caprica, before the attack.. And sometimes I forget there was a world before the attack. I knew someone, a woman unlike any other woman I'd ever known. She was unique. Beautiful. Clever. Intensely sensual. When she wasn't in my bed she was in my thoughts. She was a Cylon. And she changed my life in a very real, very fundamental way. In that I have quite literally never stopped thinking about her. Because I love her. To this very day, I love her. And she looks exactly like you.

Adama:
You told me they'd get a fair trial. What kind of a trial could they have possibly had?

Admiral Helena Cain:
I assure you I heard them out. I weighed their statements against those of the guards and I took into consideration their service records and commendations. It was a difficult decision, Commander, but I daresay it was a fair one.

Adama:
They have the right to have their case heard by a jury.

Cain:
I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of war. Regulations give me broad authority in this matter.

Adama:
[to Tigh] Launch the fighters. [to Cain] You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like. I'm not going to let you execute my men.

Cain:
I highly suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander.

Colonel Jack Fisk:
Admiral, Galactica is launching Vipers and a Raptor.

Cain:
Commander, why are you launching Vipers?

Adama:
Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my Marines as soon as they arrive.

Cain:
I don't take orders from you!

Adama:
Call it whatever you like, I'm getting my men.

Cain:
You are making such a mistake.

Adama:
I'm getting my men.

Cain:
Action stations.

Fisk:
Admiral, this will spiral out of control fast.

Cain:
Launch the alert Vipers. Adama has taken us over the line. He's left me with no choice but to launch the alert Vipers. Target the main battery for Galactica. And may the Gods have mercy on their souls.

[The Galactica and Pegasus Vipers are released from their ships and face off]

Starbuck:
Starbuck to all vipers-- do not fire...repeat, do not fire! I'm a friendly, okay? We're all friendlies! So, let's just...be friendly!

Roslin:
The spirit of the law requires something here more than summary executions.

Cain:
[to Roslin and Adama] Is this what the two of you have been doing for the past six months? Debating the finer points of Colonial law? Well, guess what, we're at war! And we don't have the luxury of academic debate over these issues!

[Admiral Cain visits Baltar in Gina Inviere's cell.]

Cain:
Well, I see you got it to eat. That's progress I suppose. Can you get it to roll over, beg?

[In different locations, Commander Adama and Admiral Cain each plot the assassination of the other]

Admiral Helena Cain:
(to her Executive Officer, Colonel Fisk) Jack, I want to transfer a detachment of marines to Galactica and I want you to hand-pick them. Completely reliable. Completely loyal. Razors.

Commander William Adama:
I have a mission for you, Kara.

Captain Kara "Starbuck" Thrace:
Anything for you. You know that.

Adama:
Don't accept too quickly. You won't like this one. I don't like it, but I've decided that it has to be done.

Cain:
I'm transferring you to Galactica as well. I'll tell Adama that you're there to be my eyes and ears. He'll hate it. He'll think you're my spy and try to freeze you out of decision-making, but he'll accept it. Now I want you to stay in CIC throughout the attack. Stay with Adama.

Adama:
After the attack is completed and you've accounted for your pilots, I want you to land your bird on the Pegasus and report directly to CIC. You'll take Lee with you. He'll watch your back.

Cain:
Position Marines in key areas throughout the ship and keep a squad posted just outside CIC.

Adama:
There'll be the normal chaos and emotional high after the attack.

Cain:
They'll be slapping each other on the back, celebrating the victory.

Adama:
That'll keep their guard down.

Cain:
Security will be lax.

Adama:
I will ask for you on the wireless.

Cain:
I will call you directly and when I have you on the line, and you hear me give the command "Execute Case Orange"...

Adama:
When you hear me say "Downfall"...

Cain:
...you are to signal the Marines to terminate Adama's command. Starting with Adama.

Adama:
...I want you to pull out your weapon and shoot Admiral Cain in the head.

Fisk:
I don't want your thanks. I owe Lieutenant Thorne my life, as do many people on this ship.

Helo:
He was trying to rape a prisoner!

Fisk:
You can't "rape" a machine, Lieutenant.

Caprica Sharon:
[to Commander Adama] It's what you said at the ceremony before the attack, when Galactica was being decommissioned. You gave a speech, it sounded like it wasn't the one you prepared. You said that humanity was a flawed creation, and that people still kill one another for petty jealousy and greed. You said that humanity never asked itself why it deserved to survive. Maybe you don't.

[Apollo floats in space after his ship is destroyed.]

Apollo:
I'm sorry, Kara.

[Gina Inviere confronts Admiral Cain in her quarters with her gun.]

Gina Inviere:
Tell me, Admiral. Can you roll over? Beg?

Cain:
Frak you.

Gina Inviere:
You're not my type. [shoots Cain]

Adama:
It's not enough to survive. One must be worthy of survival.

[In a flashback sequence]

President Richard Adar:
One of the most interesting things about being President is that you don't have to explain yourself. To anyone.

Virtual Six:
[reading Roslin's letter out loud] "President Baltar, I offer my sincere congratulations. I say that knowing we've had our differences, and that you take office despite my many reservations. You may be the most brilliant person I've ever met... but your intelligence is unleavened by compassion. You must be reminded of your ethical responsibilities and challenged to rise above your own selfish needs. I don't write this to hurt you, but to beg you to open your heart. Understand that the people in the fleet look to you not just for leadership, but for solace, justice. Find a way to give them that, and you will be a great leader. Laura Roslin."

[Apollo confronts Colonel Tigh after finding that he dealt in the Fleet's black market.]

Tigh:
Don't you play "holier than thou" with me. I haven't done anything that most people on this ship haven't done. Including you.

Apollo:
Doesn't make us right, Colonel, just a whole lot of people wrong.

[Roslin tries to convince Baltar to resign the Vice Presidency.]

Roslin:
You saved my life. And I'm grateful. But I sense that there is some unease in you about assuming the presidency, and I'd like to offer you an out.

Baltar:
You what?

Roslin:
Resign. Return to your scientific work o­n Galactica. No o­ne will question your motives. You can consider it a second chance, like the o­ne you gave me.

Baltar:
Charming.

Roslin:
Doctor. This is a o­ne-time offer. I suggest you reconsider.

Baltar:
You know, Madame President, I've never been particularly interested in politics. I never wanted any lofty position of power. I never wanted to be the Vice President. That is, until this very moment. Because right now, I can't think of anything I want more.

Starbuck:
It is funny. You know the President says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future o­n Earth. That you and I are never gonna see. We're not. Because we go out over and over again until someday, some metal motherfrakker is gonna catch us o­n a bad day and just blow us away.

Apollo:
Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.

Starbuck:
Cylon raiders tend to isolate the wingman and gang up on individual Vipers before his wingman can protect him. [a crewman walks in and hands Starbuck a notice]... which is exactly what happened to JoJo twenty minutes ago.

Starback:
[engaging the Cylon Raider Scar with a near-suicidal charge] How does it feel, you bastard? One of us has to pull up, and it sure isn't going to be me!

Adama:
So say we all!

[After a bout of negotiations with Sesha Abinell, leader of the Cloud 9 terrorists, Adama briefly confers with Tigh.]

Adama:
Saul, we can't give her Sharon. I hope you know that, right?

Tigh:
I know that. Against our dealing with the terrorists... if we start now, it'll open the floodgates; and it will never stop. And by the way, it's not Sharon. It's a frakking Cylon.

Adama:
You don't think I know that?

Tigh:
I think there's part of you that looks into that thing's eyes and still sees that young girl that reported aboard two years ago as a rook pilot. Well, it's not. It never was. Bill, it's a machine.

[Following the Cylon ambush of Pegasus and the death of Commander Barry Garner (Pegasus's commanding officer).]

Adama:
In your opinion, off the record, what was Garner's flaw?

Apollo:
He was used to working with machines. Command is about people.

Adama:
Remember that, as you take command of "The Beast". Garner was my decision; his failures, my responsibility. Don't let me fail a second time. Congratulations, Commander.

[About Garner]

Starbuck:
So, barely competent and paranoid? That's a hell of a combination.

[Sharon Agethon has gone into premature labor with her Hybrid baby.]

Doc Cottle:
I find it absolutely amazing you people went to all the trouble to appear human, and didn't upgrade the plumbing.

[Six and Three are talking about Boomer-Eight's resistance to her Cylon psychology]

Number Three:
Caprica, you don't understand. She really needs your help. If we don't turn her around soon, there's talk of boxing her.

Caprica Six:
Putting her memories in cold storage? You can't be serious.

Head Baltar:
[sardonically] Well, that's a charming way to deal with emotional problems! One might almost call it inhuman. Oh, that's right, you are!

[Six is talking to the original Galactica-Sharon about Baltar's house.]

Caprica Six:
I always loved the view. Sunlight on the water. It's my favorite spot in the universe.

Head Baltar:
Yeah, it's magical. Too bad you nuked it.

[Roslin, Baltar, Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh discuss what to do with the hybrid baby.]

Roslin:
If the baby does survive, the question is - what do we do with it?

Baltar:
Do? What are you suggesting? That we throw it out of an airlock?

Roslin:
I don't make suggestions, Mr. Baltar. If I want to toss a baby out of an airlock, I'd say so.

Caprica Six:
Look, God loves you.

Sharon "Boomer" Valerii:
[showing photo of her Galactica crewmates] This is love. These people loved me. I loved them. I didn't pretend to feel something so I could screw people over. I loved them. And then I betrayed them. I shot a man I loved. Frakked over another man, ruined his life. And why? Because I'm a lying machine. I'm a frakking Cylon!

[Roslin is trying to control her pre-debate giggles.]

Adama:
You just have to really try to think about something serious. That always helps, right?

Roslin:
Like what?

Adama:
Well, like, uh... [they look at each other and crack up laughing]

[Chief Tyrol is worried that like Galactica-Sharon, he could just as well be another Cylon sleeper agent.]

Tyrol:
How do you know I'm human?

Brother Cavil:
Oh, well, maybe because I'm a Cylon and I've never seen you at any of the meetings.

Brother Cavil:
Do you know how useless prayer is? Chanting, and singing, and mucking about with old half-remembered lines of bad poetry? And you know what it gets you? Exactly nothing.

Tyrol:
Are you sure that you're a priest?

[Vice-President (and Presidential candidate) Gaius Baltar, conferring with campaign manager Tom Zarek.]

Baltar:
I'm not sure if you're aware, Tom, but the mob isn't usually in the habit of electing ungodly apostates who denigrate people of faith.

[shaking hands after a presidential debate]

Baltar:
Not your night, I guess.

Roslin:
Why don't you go frak yourself?

[Doctor Cottle, after treating Cally's broken jaw.]

Doc Cottle:
Jaw set nicely. You're done here. I'm kicking you out of here and sending you back to work.

Cally:
[muffled, with her jaw immobilized] Work? Like this?

Doc Cottle:
You gotta love a woman who can complain even with her jaw wired shut.

[Admiral Adama, remarking to newly-elected President Gaius Baltar that he needs to pay attention to a possible security risk.]

Adama:
You're not listening.

Baltar:
I don't have to listen. I'm the President.

[Admiral Adama after deciding to jump rather than launch alert fighters when the Cylon fleet arrives at New Caprica.]

Adama:
We're leaving. But we'll be back.

Number Six:
[To President Baltar as Cylon forces land on New Caprica.] Judgment Day.

[During the Cylons' march through the streets of New Caprica.]

Tyrol:
What do you want to do now, Captain?

Starbuck:
The same thing we always do. Fight them until we can't.

[Noticing a new Basestar-size contact appearing on DRADIS that uses Colonial Fleet signals, Adama orders a hold for jumping and has Dualla hail the ship]

Anastasia Dualla:
Attention unknown vessel, this is the Battlestar Galactica. Identify yourself or we will fire upon you.

Felix Gaeta:
Range now 1700, sir. [long pause]

Radio Voice:
This is the Battlestar Pegasus to the ship claiming to be the Galactica. Please respond.

Saul Tigh:
Pegasus? How could that be? The entire fleet was destroyed.

CDR William Adama:
[orders Dualla] Give me direct contact. [speaks] Pegasus, this is Galactica actual. Authenticate identity with recognition codes immediately.

Dualla:
[sees panel] Sir. I'm receiving Colonial recognition codes. They're authentic.

Admiral Helena Cain:
Galactica, this is Pegasus actual, Adama, is that you?

Adama:
Cain. What a pleasure to hear your voice.

Cain:
[to XO Jack Fisk] Disengage.

Jack Fisk:
Red Team, disengage. Red Team, disengage.

Cain:
Commander, I don't know what to say. This is a miracle.

Adama:
You took the words right out of my mouth. [orders crew] Step down to Condition One throughout the fleet.

Lt Apollo:
Galactica, Apollo, you are not going to believe what I'm looking at out here. It's like a dream. It is a dream. [laughs and smiles at seeing Battlestar Pegasus and escort fighters]