Yes, we're tired. Yes, there is no relief. Yes, the Cylons keep coming after us time after time after time. And yes, we are still expected to do our jobs!
Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, chief. We're evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devestation and destruction wherever we go.
I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something - it don't make a godsdamn 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. [pause] So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles, and stick 'em some place safe until 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.
— Saul Tigh
That's my Raptor wranglers, always looking for new and interesting ways to get killed.
— Karl "Helo" Agathon
In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova? ... Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air. ... I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more! But I'm trapped in this absurd body! And why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way!
— John Cavil
There's a reason you separate military and the police. One fights the enemies of the state, the other serves and protects the people. When the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people.
— William Adama
Tigh: Where's your mommy?
Boxey: Dead. Where's yours?
Lee Adama: I thought we were sparring.
Bill Adama: That's why you don't win.
Six: We're the children of humanity. That makes them our parents in a sense.
Five: True, but parents have to die. It's the only way children can come into their own.
Tigh: "She's standing right there."
Godfrey: "I'm right here."
Baltar: (quietly) "Yeah, of course you are."
Gaeta: "Doctor, this is Ms. Godfrey."
Godfrey: (clears throat)
Baltar: (muttering) "All of you can see her."
Baltar: "You can all see her!"
Tigh: "She's standing right next to you."
Boomer: "You know if they were human clones... that means they're capable of-of complex emotions, maybe even love. Maybe they were misguided in the way they were indoctrinated-"
Helo: "Whatever they are they're not not human. No human could do the things they've done, kill billions of innocent people!"