Adama: [on Kara Thrace's words] What if she's telling the truth? She was supposed to die out there. She didn't. I can't explain it. What if she was meant to help us? And this was a--
Roslin: A what? A miracle? Is that what you want to call this? Go ahead,say it. Grab your piece of the golden arrow. I want to hear admiral atheist say that a miracle happened.
Adama: You shot at her and missed at close range.
Roslin: Doloxan fraks with your aim.
Adama: So does doubt.

Adama: [reading the opening of Love and Bullets]"It started like it always did. With a body. This one was in the river, and I could tell she had once been beautiful, but this bullet and fast current had taken away from her. All we are, or that we think we are, all that we are certain about, is taken away from us. When you've worked the streets and seen what I've seen, you become more and more convinced of it every day. Caprica City has been my teacher, my mistress. From the moment I opened my eyes, she is in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I wanna be, for she is what I am. All that is, should always be."

Adama: All ahead, flank speed! In three, two, one... hit it! [Galactica drives forward and rams the Colony]

Adama: This is the end of the line. We've got no where else to go. And if we give the alliance too much time it'll fall apart again. We gotta roll the hard six. We all go together and as fast as we can.

Adama: You know, there are days that I really hate this job.

Anders: Among bright stars, I'm lost. There's a new tide. And all the forgotten faces, all the forgotten children, we seek the great forgotten language...

Anders: Spins and turns, angles and curves. The shape of dreams, half remembered. Slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of perfection - a perfect face, perfect lace. Find the perfect world for the end of Kara Thrace. End of line.

Anders: What do you want from Kara?
Leoben: The same thing I've always wanted. For her to understand her destiny.
Anders: That's not good enough.
Leoben: It's good enough for her. What is the most basic article of faith? That this is not all that we are. [Starts laughing] C-Bucs rule.
Anders: What did you just say?
Leoben: Forward guard, right? I saw a couple of games. You were good. Yet after all the celebrity and acclaim, what were you? Just another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia. You always knew you were destined for more. You were just waiting for your singular moment of clarity.

Anders: You know, some of us actually volunteered for this mission.
Thrace: "Some" meaning you. Because that's what this is about, Sam. You know what the deal is, with us, with our marriage? It didn't make much sense to begin with. Makes even less now.
Anders: I don't buy that. I don't think you believe a single, frakking word you're saying. You're just scared. (indicates his and Kara's matching arm tattoos) You see that, mhh? You see this? Remember those? You remember when we got 'em? That's what's real, ok. That's part of who we are. That is a part of what you are, whether you will admit it or not.
Thrace: Dumb motherfrakker. I only married you because it was safe and it was easy, Sam. And you were just pathetic enough to go along with it. So get the frak out! [She shoves him out] Sam, get out! Get out! Leave, come on! Get out! [Anders takes her by the arms and holds her. They are almost kissing] I don't want to fight, Sam. I wanna frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married. All I wanna do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters. So come on, Sam, make me feel something. I dare you. [Anders shoves her away, then gives her a second shove onto the bunk bed]

Baltar: I am not a priest. I've never even been a particularly good man. I am in fact a profoundly selfish man. But that doesn't matter, you see. Something in the universe loves me. Something in the universe loves the entity that is me. I would choose to call this something "God", a singular spark that dwells in the soul of every living being. If you look inside yourself you will find that spark too. You will. But you have to look deep. Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults? Love yourself. You have to love yourself. If we don't love ourselves, how can we love others? And when we know what we are, then we can find the truth out about others, seek what they are; the truth about them. And you know what the truth is? The truth about them? About you? About me? Do you? The truth is, we're all perfect. Just as we are. God only loves that which is perfect and he loves you. He loves you because you are perfect. You are perfect. Just as you are.

Baltar: Please God. I'm not asking You this one last time. Don't let this child die. Has he sinned against You? He can't have sinned against You. He's not even had a life yet. How can You take him and let me live. After all I've done. Really, if You want someone to suffer, take me. We both know I deserve it. I've been selfish and weak. I have failed so many people. And I have killed. I'm not asking for Your forgiveness. I'm just asking that You spare the life of this innocent child. Don't take him. Take me. Take me, take me, please.

Baltar: What have you done to deserve this punishment? What sins have you committed? What dark thoughts have you harbored, that condemn you, condemn you, to wander through the universe without hope, without light.So you have to ask yourself - What kind of a father abandons his own children to despair and loneliness? Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness. Perhaps we're not. Perhaps we have been wrong. Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for OUR forgiveness! Am I right? Am I right?

Boomer: It's the Rebel Baseship. I think they're gonna attack! They're gonna blow the hub!
Number One: That would be mass murder. Death would be permanent for all of us! They've gone insane.
D'Anna: Permanent death? Well that makes this a lot more meaningful. [Snaps Number One's neck]

Caprica-Six: I want the pain. It's how I learn. I was instrumental in the destruction of humanity, but at the same time I learned, because...because I fell in love...with a human man, and he was mortal and fallible. And he had this incredible pride in himself. He thought he knew everything there was to know. And I loved him, with my whole heart. And then one day, I realized I wouldn't have him forever. I understood what I'd done. How I betrayed him and humanity. And that pain taught me to understand death. Baltar could die. And I loved him. Baltar's heart was ephemeral. Baltar's body was fragile in my hands.

D'Anna Biers: Suppose you've got some questions for me.
Roslin: Yes I do. I'd like to talk about the five Cylons in my fleet.
D'Anna: So you know about the Final Five?
Roslin: I know they're supposed to know the way to Earth.
D'Anna: But you don't know that you're one of them. [Roslin freezes shocked; Biers bursts out laughing] Please...your face! [Roslin looks relieved and smirks] Oh, it's ridiculous. No. Look, I'm not giving you any names. Not until I feel like I'm safe. 'Cause information is all I got, sweetie.