Natalie: When I spoke to the Quorum, I could feel it. The contempt.
Number Two/Leoben: Then you were right. They're not ready to trust us.
Natalie: No, I was wrong. We're not ready. We're deceiving them.
Number Eight: For protection. For necessity.
Natalie: Out of suspicion and fear. Why haven't the Final Five come forward? What if they're watching, judging us by our actions? We're about to resort to violence and coercion. What if they refuse to come with us? We can't do this.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late.
Natalie: We have to order the Centurions to stand down.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late. They're committed.
Natalie: Then we have to tell the humans the truth.
Number Eight: No! You can't do that! They'll never trust us again. They already know the coordinates. They'll just go and destroy everything.
Leoben: Go. Stall for time. Talk to Adama. Tell him anything. Anything but the truth. I'll deal with the Centurions.

Number Eight: [weakly, child-like] Thank you.
Tigh: Thank me? For what?
Number Eight: For the privilege of finally being able to meet my father before I die.
Tigh: You shouldn't be thanking me. I spent most of my life trying to kill your kind.
Number Eight: Too much confusion. [death rattle, the Eight flatlines]

Number One: In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova?
Ellen Tigh: No.
Number One: No? 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.
Ellen Tigh: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible.
Number One: I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I - 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 - 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 solar 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.

Number One: Just remember, they started it.
Boomer: But we're killing them, I mean truly killing them. My own sisters.
Number One: They can trust their God to watch over their immortal souls.
Boomer: But what about ours?
Number One: We're machines, dear, remember. We don't have souls.

Number One: Look at yourselves: millions of Twos have that nose, millions of Sixes posses that mouth, Eights share those breasts and Ones have this brain. We're mechanized copies. There's a reason the original programmers clearly felt that it is a mistake for us to contact the Final Five!

Number Two/Leoben: I'm telling you. She flew a Raider. Learned how to control it from the inside. Nobody taught her how. Kara Thrace plucked that knowledge from the stream...
Galactica-Cavil: I don't care if she plucked puppies from God's ass!

Roslin : I love you.
Adama: About time.

Roslin: I don't really care if you have to spend the night on your knees praying, or just on your knees. I want a name. I want to know who's responsible for these lies.

Roslin: Lee has no idea. He really has no idea. There are pragmatic realities he refuses to face.
Adama: Well, that's a problem of course. He'd say what he thinks is right.
Roslin: Well yeah. He is Lee. Thing is, it probably is the right thing, but...sometimes the right thing is a luxury. And it can have profoundly dangerous consequences. And it's almost as if he doesn't want that to be true.

Roslin: You didn't think you were gonna to take off without me Admiral, did you?
Adama: Never crossed my mind, Madam President.

Saul Tigh: Yeah, you point finger back far enough and some germ gets blamed for splitting in two.

Shelly Godfrey: Baltar, he...he helped us so much on Caprica.
Galactica-Cavil: Are you attracted to this human?
Shelly Godfrey: No!
Galactica-Cavil: Because the other Six was addicted to him.
Shelly Godfrey: I am not addicted to him! Baltar is a brilliant man, yes, but you should have seen me. I was brutal with him, I pushed him!
Galactica-Cavil: You pushed him? My dear, if you pushed him you would have sent him through a wall! Oh look, an airlock. How handy.

Sherman Cottle:[Remarking to Tory, Tyrol, a Number Six and a Number Eight gathered around Anders' bedside] Lot of visitors. Just don't anybody unplug anything!

Starbuck: There's this one song that he taught me, it made me feel happy and sad all at the same time.
The Piano Player: The best ones do.

Thrace: When I woke up orbiting Earth I just figured it's some crazy dream. I went in following the heavy raider. I mean maybe the Cylons pulled me out of the suit.. Captured me, brainwashed me. On Caprica they experimented on me. I mean did they take pieces of me.. Is it possible that they grew me, another me in a petri dish.. Implanted me with the memories or it with the memories, or.. I don't know.
Anders: No, no no no. Hey, no. Kara, no. Listen to me. If you're a Cylon, then you've been one from the beginning.
Thrace: Like Boomer. Spend my entire life thinking I'm one thing..
Anders: ..And then you wake up one day and discover you're another. Still doesn't change who you really are. Still doesn't change the fact that I love you, no matter what.
Thrace: You are a better person than I am because if I found out that you're a Cylon I'd put a bullet between your eyes.