Natalie: The humans are never going to allow us to have the Final Five and go our own way.
Number Eight: Are you sure of this?
Natalie: Not entirely. I'd rather be wrong but we need insurance.
Number Two/Leoben: Trust has to begin somewhere.
Natalie: Not with us. It's our ship. When we jump, we take control of it with the Centurions. We carry out the mission as promised. But when we return, we take hostages. The humans on this ship will stay on this ship until we have the Five. We've changed but the humans haven't. We've come too far to risk everything on their trust.

Natalie: When I spoke to the Quorum, I could feel it. The contempt.
Number Two/Leoben: Then you were right. They're not ready to trust us.
Natalie: No, I was wrong. We're not ready. We're deceiving them.
Number Eight: For protection. For necessity.
Natalie: Out of suspicion and fear. Why haven't the Final Five come forward? What if they're watching, judging us by our actions? We're about to resort to violence and coercion. What if they refuse to come with us? We can't do this.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late.
Natalie: We have to order the Centurions to stand down.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late. They're committed.
Natalie: Then we have to tell the humans the truth.
Number Eight: No! You can't do that! They'll never trust us again. They already know the coordinates. They'll just go and destroy everything.
Leoben: Go. Stall for time. Talk to Adama. Tell him anything. Anything but the truth. I'll deal with the Centurions.

Number Eight: [weakly, child-like] Thank you.
Tigh: Thank me? For what?
Number Eight: For the privilege of finally being able to meet my father before I die.
Tigh: You shouldn't be thanking me. I spent most of my life trying to kill your kind.
Number Eight: Too much confusion. [death rattle, the Eight flatlines]

Number One: In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova?
Ellen Tigh: No.
Number One: No? Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
Ellen Tigh: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible.
Number One: I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I - I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws; and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I'm a machine, and I can know much more. I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body. And why?! Because my five creators thought that "God" wanted it that way.

Number One: Just remember, they started it.
Boomer: But we're killing them, I mean truly killing them. My own sisters.
Number One: They can trust their God to watch over their immortal souls.
Boomer: But what about ours?
Number One: We're machines, dear, remember. We don't have souls.

Number One: Let's review, why we're here shall we? Uh, we're supposed to bring the word of "God" to save the people, right? To save humanity from damnation, by bringing the love of "God" these poor, benighted people.
Caprica-Six: We're here because the majority of the Cylons felt that the slaughter of mankind had been a mistake.
Boomer: We're here to find a new way to live in peace. As God wants us to live.
Number One: And it's been a fun ride so far. But I want to clarify our objectives. If we're bringing the word of "God", it follows that we should employ any means necessary to do so. Any means. Yes, fear is a key article of faith as I understand it, so perhaps it's time to instill a little more fear into the people's hearts and minds. Let's uh, let's execute Baltar.
Baltar: What? What?!
Caprica-Six: That's not gonna happen.
Number One: Just because he's your favorite toy shouldn't interfere with the larger issues here.
Baltar: I think that I have co-operated-
Caprica-Six: Gaius is with me. Anyone that wants to challenge that will have to deal with me.
Number Five: Well it doesn't matter. If we killed him at the beginning, it might've worked. But now most humans think of him as a traitor, and might actually cheer his death.
Number One: Fine, fine. We don't kill Baltar. We round up the leaders of the insurgency and we execute them, publicly. We round up at random, groups off the street and we execute them, publicly. Send a message that the gloves are coming off, the insurgency stops now or else we start reducing the human population to a more mangeable size. I don't know, say less than a thousand.
Boomer: We need to stop being butchers.
Caprica-Six: The entire point of coming here was to start a new way of life. To push past the conflict that seperated us from humans for so long.
Number One: And what has it gotten us? It's not like they welcomed us with, with, frak it, never mind. You're all living in a fantasy world, consider the irony in that! Ha ha! Delusional machines! What's the universe gonna come up with next?

Number One: Look at yourselves: millions of Twos have that nose, millions of Sixes posses that mouth, Eights share those breasts and Ones have this brain. We're mechanized copies. There's a reason the original programmers clearly felt that it is a mistake for us to contact the Final Five!

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

Number Six: We're the children of humanity. That makes them our parents, in a sense.
Number Five/Aaron Doral: True, but parents have to die. It's the only way children can come into their own.

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

Number Three: Is it really worth it Caprica? Is the love of that man really worth possibly losing all of this?
Caprica-Six: If you had ever experienced love, you wouldn't have to ask.

Number Three: What would you have us do, Gaius?
Gaius Baltar: Leave. Pack up your centurions, and go. Please. Go.
Number Three: And then what? What would you do if we really just left you here? You'd live out your lives in peace and never trouble yourselves with thoughts of us again? Or would you raise your children with stories of the Cylon, the mechanical slaves who once did your bidding, only to turn against you? Killers who committed genocide against your race, the occupiers of this city until we just ran away? Would you tell them to tell the story to their children, and to their children's children, and nurse a dream of vengeance down through the years so that one day they could just go out into the stars and hunt the Cylon once more?
Gaius Baltar: Blood for blood ...has to stop one day.

Number Two/Leoben: I'm telling you. She flew a Raider. Learned how to control it from the inside. Nobody taught her how. Kara Thrace plucked that knowledge from the stream...
Galactica-Cavil: I don't care if she plucked puppies from God's ass!

President Laura Roslin: The lesson learned here is not to ask follow-up questions, but simply to say "Thank you, Captain Apollo, for saving our collective asses!"

Racetrack: Well, too many Pilots, not enough birds. Anything to keep me flying, at this point. You want me I'm yours, Boomer.
Sharon Agathon: Uh, no, Boomer was... She was someone else.
Helo: Listen up. We need a new call sign for Lieutenant Agathon.
(various stupid names like Chrome Dome, Lightbulb, Toaster Babe and Wind-Up Toy are shouted out)
Hotdog: How about "Athena"?
Helo: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What was that?
Hotdog: You know, the Goddess of Wisdom and War. Usually accompanied by the Goddess of Victory?