The Old Series
Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee?
Commander Adama: Sir, might I suggest we launch a "welcoming committee"
of our own?
Starbuck: You certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
[Admring Starbuck's space fighter]
Cassiopeia: It's a perfect machine! Born to dance amongst
Starbuck: Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.
Lucifer: By your command.
The New Series
Apollo: What's the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.
Adama: They'd better start having babies.
Tigh: Is that an order?
Baltar: The last time anybody saw the Cylons they looked more like walking chrome toasters.
Adama: The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much
in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but... sometimes it's too high. You know, when we fought
the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question "Why?" Why are we as a people
worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed and spite and jealousy, and we still visit all of our sins upon our
children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything we've done, like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play
God, create life. When that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn't our fault,
not really. You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes
when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.
Starbuck: Why can't we use the starboard launch?
Tyrol: It's a gift shop now.
Starbuck: Permission to speak off the record, sir?
You're a bastard.
Number Six: By your command.