Ellen Tigh: Whether you remember that life or not, at least you must understand what we were trying to do. We wanted to end the cycle of war between man and machine.
Saul Tigh: That was a bust.
Ellen: Yes, we failed, but we have a second chance now: Hera. Without her our children are going to die off one by one, just like they're dying right now in Cottle's sickbay.
Tigh: I had a child. He died.
Ellen: You're wrong Saul. You have millions.

Gaeta: Sir, the Cylon strike force has just turned back to their ships. Baseships are spinning up.
Tigh: They're pulling out.
Adama: I'd do the same damn thing before they change their mind. Helo, have our fighters cover our withdrawal.
Helo: Yes, sir.
Tigh: They had us. Game over. Why the hell did they let us go?
Tory: Maybe something's changed.

Galactica-Cavil: No one was supposed to be alive! Our people were supposed to be positioned to cause destruction, not to mop up afterwards! My Two was the Defense Minister's yoga instructor! If you can believe that. And one of the Sixes was a prostitute! But the only one in a position to do any frakking damage was a Five on this ship and he frakked it up! Now the universe still has these cockroaches in it. And we can't have any peace until we step on them all.

Galactica-Cavil: One of your counterparts managed to get himself outed back on Ragnar Station.
Number Five: I can't understand how he was discovered. I heard it was Dr. Baltar.
Galactica-Cavil: Well, no. I'm not talking about that, exactly. I'm talking about the fact that you're walking around this fleet wearing that jacket and, more importantly, that face. You're recognizable.
Number Five: His jacket was burgundy. This is teal.

Galactica-Cavil: The plan is everything blows up a week ago. All humans are dead, we Cylons all download and the universe basks in justice. However...
Number Six: It didn't frakkin' happen.

Galen Tyrol:All I know is if there is a God, he's laughin' his ass off.

Helo: Athena tells me the upgrades should...triple the Fleet's jump capacity.
Tyrol: Absolutely. And that's conservative. Their technology-our technology, is way ahead of ours. Yours.
Tigh: Maybe you'd like a chart to keep it all straight?

Hot Dog: I don't know anything about being a father.
Tyrol: It sucks... except the parts that don't.

Hybrid: They will not harm their own.

Hybrid: Thus will it come to pass. The Dying Leader will know the truth of the Opera House. The missing Three will give you the Five, who've come from the Home of the Thirteenth. You are the Harbinger of Death, Kara Thrace. You will lead them all to their End. End of line.

Kara Thrace: Did you see Ellen and Tigh on the wing of that bird? It's like watching my parents make out.

Lampkin: Lee said you once gave him something before a mission, a lighter.
Adama: Belonged to my father. Foolish to think a hunk of metal could keep him safe.
Lampkin: And yet that's what we do isn't it. Hang onto hope in every hopelessly irrational way that we can, but not like those poor bastards, giving away their luck just when they need it most. Its like they've given up.
Adama: If you've never been in combat you have no idea what they are thinking.
Lampkin: I always imagined you a realist, Admiral. Not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives, but then everyone has his limits. Sine qua non as they say.
Adama: Without which not.
Lampkin: Yes, those things we deem essential, without which we cannot bear living. Without which life in general loses its specific value. Becomes, abstract.
Adama: You may have a point counselor.
Lampkin: Well, while I'm on a roll, Tom Zarek may not be an ideal president, but we could do worse.
Adama: You're right, there are limits to my realism. Goodbye counselor.

Laura Roslin: What is your guilt about?
Dr. Gaius Baltar: I have no guilt.
Roslin: What was your guilt about?
Baltar: I gave the access codes to the Cylons. They wiped out most of humanity. Of course I didn't know that's what I was doing at the time. And when I realized what I had done, the magnitude, in that moment I was saved. I was loved, by God. Looking back, I think I was rewarded.
Roslin: Rewarded?
Baltar: Pythia talks about a flood. Wiped out most of humanity. Nobody blames the flood. Flood is a force of Nature. Through Flood mankind is rejuvenated, born again. I was another Flood. You see, I blamed myself. I blamed myself. But God made the man that made that choice. God made us all perfect. And in that thought, all my guilt flies away. Flies away like a bird.

Lee: Well, sometimes a benevolent tyrant is exactly what you need.
Zarek: No. A tyrant craves power for its own sake. And all Laura wants is to save us all.

Natalie: The humans are never going to allow us to have the Final Five and go our own way.
Number Eight: Are you sure of this?
Natalie: Not entirely. I'd rather be wrong but we need insurance.
Number Two/Leoben: Trust has to begin somewhere.
Natalie: Not with us. It's our ship. When we jump, we take control of it with the Centurions. We carry out the mission as promised. But when we return, we take hostages. The humans on this ship will stay on this ship until we have the Five. We've changed but the humans haven't. We've come too far to risk everything on their trust.