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.

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?

Roslin: [interrupting Baltar] The less this man says, the better this will go.

Sharon: [before going to the rescue mission on New Caprica, to Adama] Can I ask you a question? How do you know? I mean, how do you really know that you can trust me?
Adama: I don't. That's what trust is.

Sharon: I made a choice to wear a uniform, to be a person.
Helo: You were a person before you put on that uniform, okay? You were a person before I fell in love with you. You don't have to prove that.
Sharon: I have to prove it every day.

Starbuck: Can I make a suggestion that you won't like?
Apollo: Do you make any other kind?

Starbuck: He won't cheat. He's too honorable.
Dualla: Unlike you.
Starbuck: Yeah, unlike me. I love Sam, I hate Sam. I love Lee, I hate Lee. Gods, I have to cheat just to keep the pieces all nice and neat.
[Dualla coyly gives Starbuck a light "snap out of it" slap across the face]

The First Hybrid: At last, they've come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of revelation bringing new clarity, and in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one. The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin, but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into the many, and then they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.

The first Hybrid: Come in, Major. I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Shaw: You're what all this is about, aren't you? What are you?
The first Hybrid: What am I? A man? Or am I a machine? My children believe I am a god.
Shaw: Are you ... a god?
The first Hybrid: I have seen things. Your life, Kendra Shaw. The things you have done. Things you felt you had to do. All leading to this moment. You wish to be forgiven, my child. ... Do you wish to be forgiven?
Shaw: Yes.
The first Hybrid: Then come up closer. There's something I have to tell you. Come. [Grabs her arm] Kara Thrace will lead the human race to its end.
Shaw: What?
The first Hybrid: She is the herald of the apocalypse. The harbinger of death. They must not follow her.

Tigh: I'll tell you a dirty little secret. The toughest part of getting played is losing your dignity. Feeling like you are not worth the oxygen you are sucking down. You get used to it. You start to believe it. You start to love it. It's like a bottle that never runs dry, you can keep reaching for it over and over and over again...
Adama: So how do you put that bottle away, Saul?
Tigh: I don't know. One day, you just decide to... get up and walk out of your room.

Tigh: [shouting at Gaeta] Hey! Look at me! As long as you're here, maybe you can help me out. I'm missing something. I lost it in detention. Since you're so buddy-buddy with the Cylons, maybe you know where it is. How about it? Do you know where my eye is?

Tigh: [to Laura] You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something; it don't make a Gods' damned bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. (puffs on cigarette) So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em some place safe till you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.

Tigh: All right, this dance is over. Get your booze and your dog tags and let's get out of here.
Starbuck: So what, you're just gonna call it?
Tigh: Not enough excitement for o­ne night for you, Captain?
Starbuck: [to Apollo, as he leaves] Hey. Hey! Where the frak do you think you're going?
Apollo: It's over, Kara.
Starbuck: So what? You have the guts to try and frak another man's woman but not to fight o­ne? I wonder if Dee knew what she was getting. Think she would have settled for sloppy seconds? [Apollo punches her in the face.]Truth stings, don't it?
Apollo: You want a fight, Captain. You got it.

Tigh: Everyone likes Gaeta so let's let him off the hook. Let's just look the other way on this one. Well, a lot of good people had to pay the price for what they did. Choices they made on New Caprica. Like my wife. [jury members are surprised] That's right. Ellen collaborated, gave the Cylons information on the Resistance and she died for it. Because that's the price of collaborating with the enemy. And I liked her a lot more than I like Gaeta.

Tigh: I know you're wonderin', so I'll save you the trouble; the eye is gone. They ripped it out onto the floor and showed it to me. Looked like a hard-boiled egg.