[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!

[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.

[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.

[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]

[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.

[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.

[shaking hands after a presidential debate]
Baltar: Not your night, I guess.
Roslin: Why don't you go frak yourself?

[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.

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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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!

[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.