Admiral Adama: You did it. You brought them home Saul.
Colonel Tigh: [holding back his tears] Not all of them.

Anders: Among bright stars, I'm lost. There's a new tide. And all the forgotten faces, all the forgotten children, we seek the great forgotten language...

Anders: Spins and turns, angles and curves. The shape of dreams, half remembered. Slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of perfection - a perfect face, perfect lace. Find the perfect world for the end of Kara Thrace. End of line.

Anders: What do you want from Kara?
Leoben: The same thing I've always wanted. For her to understand her destiny.
Anders: That's not good enough.
Leoben: It's good enough for her. What is the most basic article of faith? That this is not all that we are. [Starts laughing] C-Bucs rule.
Anders: What did you just say?
Leoben: Forward guard, right? I saw a couple of games. You were good. Yet after all the celebrity and acclaim, what were you? Just another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia. You always knew you were destined for more. You were just waiting for your singular moment of clarity.

Anders: You know, some of us actually volunteered for this mission.
Thrace: "Some" meaning you. Because that's what this is about, Sam. You know what the deal is, with us, with our marriage? It didn't make much sense to begin with. Makes even less now.
Anders: I don't buy that. I don't think you believe a single, frakking word you're saying. You're just scared. (indicates his and Kara's matching arm tattoos) You see that, mhh? You see this? Remember those? You remember when we got 'em? That's what's real, ok. That's part of who we are. That is a part of what you are, whether you will admit it or not.
Thrace: Dumb motherfrakker. I only married you because it was safe and it was easy, Sam. And you were just pathetic enough to go along with it. So get the frak out! [She shoves him out] Sam, get out! Get out! Leave, come on! Get out! [Anders takes her by the arms and holds her. They are almost kissing] I don't want to fight, Sam. I wanna frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married. All I wanna do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters. So come on, Sam, make me feel something. I dare you. [Anders shoves her away, then gives her a second shove onto the bunk bed]

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

Apollo: Nobody's expecting a miracle.
Tyrol: Maybe that's the problem.

Apollo: Remember, just head away from the sound of gunfire.
Roslin: What about you?
Apollo: We're heading towards the gunfire.

Apollo: So, what's the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.
Apollo: And I bet you've been waiting all day to say that one.
Starbuck: Most of the afternoon, yeah.

Baltar: [During interrogation about Virtual Six] She chose me. Chose me over all men. Chosen to be seduced. Taken by the hand. Guided between the Light and the Dark. But is she an angel or is she a demon? Is she imaginary or is she real? Is she my own voice or the voice of..

Baltar: [to Caprica Six, as she's leaving to decide Baltar's fate on the basestar] You need me! I need you, too! [Another pause, then talking to himself] I should have said that first.

Baltar: Are you running a glitch in the program or something? Because you say the same thing over and over again. Now I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?
Virtual Six: He's not my God, He is God.
Baltar: Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God. He's big enough for all of us, isn't He?

Baltar: I am not a priest. I've never even been a particularly good man. I am in fact a profoundly selfish man. But that doesn't matter, you see. Something in the universe loves me. Something in the universe loves the entity that is me. I would choose to call this something "God", a singular spark that dwells in the soul of every living being. If you look inside yourself you will find that spark too. You will. But you have to look deep. Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults? Love yourself. You have to love yourself. If we don't love ourselves, how can we love others? And when we know what we are, then we can find the truth out about others, seek what they are; the truth about them. And you know what the truth is? The truth about them? About you? About me? Do you? The truth is, we're all perfect. Just as we are. God only loves that which is perfect and he loves you. He loves you because you are perfect. You are perfect. Just as you are.

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.