Adama: I'll see you at the rendezvous point.
Apollo: Eighteen hours. Try not to be late.
Adama: I'm getting old; I'm a little slow, but I'll be there.
Apollo: Gods, I wish I could talk you out of this...
Adama: You can't. You tried.
Apollo: You know, Dad, um...
Adama: Don't. Don't make me cry on my own hangar deck.

Adama: When you stand o­n this deck, you be ready to fight, or you dishonor the reason why we're here. Now remember this: When you fight a man, he's not your friend. Same goes when you lead men. I forgot that o­nce. I let you get too close. All of you. I dropped my guard. I gave some of you breaks, let some of you go, before the fight was really over. I let this crew and this family disband. And we paid the price in lives. That can't happen again.

Adama: You took the Cylons to the Temple. To the Eye of Jupiter. What did it tell them? What did it tell them about Earth?
Baltar: I wasn't looking for..
Adama: What were you looking for, doctor? What were you looking for?
Baltar: Their faces but they wouldn't show them to me.
Roslin: Their faces? Whose faces?
Baltar: Five. Final Five.
Roslin: The Final Five.. Cylons?
Baltar: I thought I might be one of them. I told them I wanted to be one of them.
Roslin: A Cylon? Why?
Baltar: All my sins forgiven. A new beginning.
Roslin: Are you a Cylon, doctor Baltar?
Baltar: [After a lengthy pause] No..

Admiral Adama: I guess you didn't understand my orders.
Apollo: I never could read your handwriting.

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

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.

Cain: Sometimes, we have to leave people behind, so that we can go o­n. So that we can continue to fight. Sometimes, we have to do things that we never thought we were capable of, if o­nly to show the enemy our will. Yesterday, you showed me that you were capable of setting aside your fear, setting aside your hesitation, and even your revulsion -- every natural inhibition that during battle can mean the difference between life and death. When you can be this for as long as you have to be, then you're a razor. This war is forcing us all to become razors because if we don't, we don't survive. And then we don't have the luxury of becoming simply human again.

Chief Tyrol: I've known people from Aerelon. You don't sound anything like them.
Gaius Baltar: I don't sound like I'm from Aerelon?
Tyrol: No.
Baltar: Well, you know, I take that as a particular compliment. I don't know about you, but I've always founds the Aerelon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears. [affects a Yorkshire accent] Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. [murmurs] Of course, I should know an awful lot about my native tongue; I spent hours on end trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten-year-old boy to change the way he speaks? To unlearn everything he ever learned so that one day, one day there might be the small hope that he might be considered as not comin' from Aerelon? Maybe... I don't know... [switches back to Received Pronunciation.] Caprica. Caprican. Oh, to be Caprican. The seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerelon, just a drab, ugly rock condemned to be the food basket for the Twelve Worlds. And that's how we were treated: like servants, like laborers, like working class. You know, you'd have fitted right in there, Chief. Lots of men who [switches back to Yorkshire accent] liked to work with their hands and, grab a pint down t'pub, and finish off the evening with a good old-fashioned fight.[switches back to Received Pronunciation] Oh yes, I left Aerelon after my eighteenth birthday. I turned my back on my family, on my heritage. All of them. 'Course it doesn't matter, that. They're all dead now.

Chief: [To Baltar before hitting him over the head with a pistol] Welcome home Mr. President.

Helo: I'm not a traitor. I love my people. I love this ship. Besides you, the first thing I want to see on any morning is the lights of that CIC. But I did what I thought was right. If it was a mistake, fine, I can live with that. It's you I can't live without.
Sharon: I'll always love you, Helo.

Helo: Symbols matter. Uniforms, flags, banners - even mascots. They're like pieces of your heart that you can see.

Lampkin: Why do you believe that the defendant, Gaius Baltar, deserves to be acquitted?
Lee: Well, because the evidence does not support the charges.
Lampkin: Come on...
Lee: Did the defendant make mistakes? Sure he did, serious mistakes, but did he actually commit any crimes? Did he commit treason? No. It was an impossible situation. When the Cylons arrived what could he possibly do? What could anyone have done? I mean, ask yourself, what would you have done? What would you have done? If he had refused to surrender, the Cylons would've probably nuked the planet, right then and there. So did he appear to co-operate with the Cylons? Sure, so did hundreds of others. What's the difference between him and them? The President issued a blanket pardon. They were all forgiven, no questions asked. Colonel Tigh? Colonel Tigh used suicide bombers, killed dozens of people, forgiven. Lieutenant Agathon and chief Tyrol murdered an officer on the Pegasus, forgiven. The admiral? The admiral instituted a military coup d'etat against the President, forgiven. And me? Well, where do I begin? I shot down a civilian passenger ship, the Olympic Carrier, over a thousand people on board, forgiven. I raised my weapon to a superior officer, committed an act of mutiny, forgiven. And then on the very day when Baltar surrendered to those Cylons, I, as commander of Pegasus, jumped away! I left everybody on that planet, alone, undefended for months. I even tried to persuade the admiral never to return, to abandon you all there for good. If I'd had my way nobody would have made it off that planet. I'm the coward, I'm the traitor, I'm forgiven. I'd say we're very forgiving of mistakes. We make our own laws now, our own justice, and we've been pretty creative with ways to let people off the hook. For everything from theft to murder. And we've had to be, because we're not a civilization anymore, we are a gang, and we're on the run, and we have to fight to survive. We have to break rules, we have to bend laws, we have to improvise! But not this time, no, not this time, not for Gaius Baltar. No, you, you have to die! You have to die, because, well, because we don't like you very much. Because you're arrogant, because you're weak, because you're a coward, and we, the mob, want to throw you out the airlock because you didn't stand up to the Cylons and get yourself killed in the process! That's justice now! You should've been killed back on New Caprica, but since you had the temerity to live, we're going to execute you now. That's justice!
[crowd murmurs angrily]
Judge: Order, order!
Lee: This case, this case is built on emotion, on anger, bitterness, but most of all it's built on shame. It's about the shame of what we did to ourselves back on that planet. It's about the guilt of those of us who ran away, who ran away. And we are trying to dump all of that guilt and all that shame onto one man, and then flush him out the airlock, and just hope that that gets rid of it all. So that we can live with ourselves. But that won't work. That won't work. That's not justice, not to me. Not to me.
Lampkin: No further questions.

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 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.