Starbuck: Tell me where the warhead is.
Leoben: This is not your path, Starbuck. You have a different destiny.
Starbuck: Don't interrupt me. You see, I'm gonna dazzle you with my poor human brain. You see, I think that you're afraid. You're afraid that we're a long way from home. What if you don't transfer all the way back? What if, when you die here, you really die? It's your chance to find out if you're really god or just a bunch of circuits with a bad haircut.
Leoben: I'm not afraid of dying.
Starbuck: Somebody's programmed you with a fairy tale of God and streams and life ever after but, somewhere in that hard drive that you call a brain is a beeping message: "Error, error, does not compute. I don't have a soul, I have software. If I die, I'm gone."

Starbuck: There's this one song that he taught me, it made me feel happy and sad all at the same time.
The Piano Player: The best ones do.

Starbuck: Why can't we use the starboard launch tube?
Chief Tyrol: It's a gift shop now.
Starbuck: Frak me.

Starbuck: You have been selected as Caprica's delegate to the Quorum of Twelve.
Baltar: Me? Is this some kind of joke?
Starbuck: Guess you got the super-genius vote. No accounting for taste.
Virtual Six: Congratulations, Doctor!
Baltar: Thank you, um...politics is the only thing more boring than blood samples. All those interminable speeches, all that dreary pomp...!
Virtual Six: Parties full of young women, drawn to men of power.
Baltar: ...but when the people call, you must serve.

The First Hybrid: At last, they've come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of revelation bringing new clarity, and in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one. The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin, but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into the many, and then they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.

The first Hybrid: Come in, Major. I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Shaw: You're what all this is about, aren't you? What are you?
The first Hybrid: What am I? A man? Or am I a machine? My children believe I am a god.
Shaw: Are you ... a god?
The first Hybrid: I have seen things. Your life, Kendra Shaw. The things you have done. Things you felt you had to do. All leading to this moment. You wish to be forgiven, my child. ... Do you wish to be forgiven?
Shaw: Yes.
The first Hybrid: Then come up closer. There's something I have to tell you. Come. [Grabs her arm] Kara Thrace will lead the human race to its end.
Shaw: What?
The first Hybrid: She is the herald of the apocalypse. The harbinger of death. They must not follow her.

Thrace: When I woke up orbiting Earth I just figured it's some crazy dream. I went in following the heavy raider. I mean maybe the Cylons pulled me out of the suit.. Captured me, brainwashed me. On Caprica they experimented on me. I mean did they take pieces of me.. Is it possible that they grew me, another me in a petri dish.. Implanted me with the memories or it with the memories, or.. I don't know.
Anders: No, no no no. Hey, no. Kara, no. Listen to me. If you're a Cylon, then you've been one from the beginning.
Thrace: Like Boomer. Spend my entire life thinking I'm one thing..
Anders: ..And then you wake up one day and discover you're another. Still doesn't change who you really are. Still doesn't change the fact that I love you, no matter what.
Thrace: You are a better person than I am because if I found out that you're a Cylon I'd put a bullet between your eyes.

Tigh: I'll tell you a dirty little secret. The toughest part of getting played is losing your dignity. Feeling like you are not worth the oxygen you are sucking down. You get used to it. You start to believe it. You start to love it. It's like a bottle that never runs dry, you can keep reaching for it over and over and over again...
Adama: So how do you put that bottle away, Saul?
Tigh: I don't know. One day, you just decide to... get up and walk out of your room.

Tigh: [shouting at Gaeta] Hey! Look at me! As long as you're here, maybe you can help me out. I'm missing something. I lost it in detention. Since you're so buddy-buddy with the Cylons, maybe you know where it is. How about it? Do you know where my eye is?

Tigh: [to Laura] You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something; it don't make a Gods' damned bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. (puffs on cigarette) So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em some place safe till you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.

Tigh: All right, this dance is over. Get your booze and your dog tags and let's get out of here.
Starbuck: So what, you're just gonna call it?
Tigh: Not enough excitement for o­ne night for you, Captain?
Starbuck: [to Apollo, as he leaves] Hey. Hey! Where the frak do you think you're going?
Apollo: It's over, Kara.
Starbuck: So what? You have the guts to try and frak another man's woman but not to fight o­ne? I wonder if Dee knew what she was getting. Think she would have settled for sloppy seconds? [Apollo punches her in the face.]Truth stings, don't it?
Apollo: You want a fight, Captain. You got it.

Tigh: Everyone likes Gaeta so let's let him off the hook. Let's just look the other way on this one. Well, a lot of good people had to pay the price for what they did. Choices they made on New Caprica. Like my wife. [jury members are surprised] That's right. Ellen collaborated, gave the Cylons information on the Resistance and she died for it. Because that's the price of collaborating with the enemy. And I liked her a lot more than I like Gaeta.

Tigh: I know you're wonderin', so I'll save you the trouble; the eye is gone. They ripped it out onto the floor and showed it to me. Looked like a hard-boiled egg.

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.

Tigh: Yes, we're tired. Yes, there is no relief. Yes, the Cylons keep coming after us time after time after time. And yes, we are still expected to do our jobs!