Adama: I took your advice, met on common ground.
Roslin: And what was that?
Adama: We both wanted to live.

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

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.

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?

Adama: So say we all!

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]

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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?