Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee?
Commander Adama: Sir, might I suggest we launch a "welcoming committee" of our own?
[Exploring the dark surface of a planet.]
Starbuck: I wonder what this looks like in the daytime?
Lieutenant Boomer: Hey, this IS the daytime.
Starbuck: Oooh... lovely...
Apollo: No way those guys can outfight us without a 10-to-1 margin.
Lieutenant Zac: Apollo, look at your scanner...
[A solid wall of Cylon ships is chasing them.]
Apollo: No, but 1,000-to-1, that's not fair.
Boxey: Can I fly in your ship, sir?
Apollo: Fighter planes are no place for little boys.
Serina: They're going to have to be if our people are going to survive.
Lieutenant Boomer: Just keep it up, old buddy, you're going to get us into real trouble.
Starbuck: Ten thousand light years from nowhere, our planet shot to pieces, people starving, and *I'm* gonna get us in trouble?
Cassiopeia: That woman is a member of the Etori sect amongst the Geminese. They don't believe in physical contact between genders, except when sanctified by the priest during High Worship of the Sun Storm, which comes once only every seven years!
Starbuck: No wonder those little buggers are such good card players.
Ls Every creature in the universe is out to exterminate us, and you want to hire a vocal group?
Cylon Warrior: Atlantia Death Squadron, Attack!
Starbuck: You certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
Imperious Leader: Welcome, Baltar. I have grave news. A handful of Colonials prevail, but we will soon find them.
Baltar: What of our bargain? My colony was to be spared!
Imperious Leader: I now alter the bargain.
Baltar: How can you change one side of a bargain?
Imperious Leader: When there is no other side. You have missed the entire point of the war.
Baltar: But I have no ambitions against you!
Imperious Leader: Could you think me so foolish as to trust a man who would see his own race destroyed?
Baltar: Not destroyed, subjugated, under me.
Imperious Leader: There can be no survivors. So long as one human remains alive, the Alliance is threatened.
Baltar: Surely you don't mean me?
Imperious Leader: We thank you for your help, Baltar. Your time is at an end.
Baltar: No! You can't! You still need meAAAAAAARRRRGHHH!
[A Cylon slits Baltar's throat.]