Like my new toy?
When you take a souvenir, you don't screw around...
Battlestar Galactica (2003) · Season 1
Like my new toy?
When you take a souvenir, you don't screw around...
[to Sergeant Hadrian and her Board of Inquiry] You've lost your way, Sergeant. You've lost sight of the purpose of the law: to protect its citizens, not persecute them. Whatever we are, whatever's left of us – we're better than that. Now these proceedings are closed. You'll be transported back to your ships and we appreciate your help.
This is an independent board. You have no power to close our inquiries.
This is a witch-hunt. I will not have it aboard my ship.
[to Tyrol, after Socinus has been incarcerated] What I can't do is I can't let someone who wears this uniform get up on the witness stand and lie under oath. And that's what your man did. He either lied the first time or he lied the second time. And it doesn't matter. He's guilty, and he'll pay the price. You? You'll pay a different price. You'll have to walk out on that hanger every day knowing that one of your men is in the brig because you couldn't keep your fly zipped. You are the most experienced non-commissioned officer we have left. You keep my planes flying. I need my planes to fly.
If you would give yourself over to God's will, you'd find peace in His love like I have.
[trying to get her dress off] Can you help me with this zipper?
Are you running a glitch in the program or something? Because you say the same thing over and over again. Now I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?
He's not my God, He is God.
Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God. He's big enough for all of us, isn't He?
Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters... with great-looking legs.
[Roslin visits Baltar in the brig after he is accused of treason.]
I want to believe you. I want to believe that I haven't made such a profound error in judgment in trusting you, in asking your advice. But here's where we are, Doctor. If anyone can be a Cylon, and it's hard to tell us apart then we only have one thing left to trust. Our instincts, our feelings. And the moment they told me it was your face in the photo I knew I believed it. I believe you were involved in the attack... somehow. I feel it.
You'll forgive me, Madam President, if I don't wish to be executed based solely on your gut feeling.
May the gods have mercy on your soul.
Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me before he died.
What, as opposed to after he died?
[Starbuck interrogates a captured Cylon infiltrator]
Now, if you were human, you'd be just about ready to start offering up some false information about the location of the nuke. Some tiny thing that might get you a reward and maybe spare you a few minutes of this. But then I keep forgetting, you're not human. You're a machine.
I am more than you could ever imagine. I am God.
[stifles laugh] I'm sorry, you're God? Wow... nice to meet ya. That's good, that's good. We'll give you a couple of minutes for that.
It's funny, isn't it? We're all God, Starbuck. All of us. I see the love that binds all living things together.
Love? You don't even know what the word means.
I know that God loved you more than all other living creatures and you repaid His divine love with sin, with hate, corruption, evil. So then He decided to create the Cylons.
The gods had nothing to do with it. We created you. Us. It was a stupid, frakked-up decision, and we have paid for it. You slaughtered my entire civilization. That is sin. That is evil. And you are evil.
Am I? I see the truths that float past you in the stream.
Tell me where the warhead is.
This is not your path, Starbuck. You have a different destiny.
Don't interrupt me. You see, I'm gonna dazzle you with my poor human brain. You see, I think that you're afraid. You're afraid that we're a long way from home. What if you don't transfer all the way back? What if, when you die here, you really die? It's your chance to find out if you're really god or just a bunch of circuits with a bad haircut.
I'm not afraid of dying.
Somebody's programmed you with a fairy tale of God and streams and life ever after but, somewhere in that hard drive that you call a brain is a beeping message: "Error, error, does not compute. I don't have a soul, I have software. If I die, I'm gone."
Manipulative. Cunning. The only problem with Leoben isn't that he lies - that would be too easy - it's that he mixes lies with truth.
What is the most basic article of faith? This is not all that we are. The difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don't. I know that I'm more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream. But in truth, I'm standing on the shore. The current never takes me downstream.
I have a soul. I see patterns. I know you, you're damaged. You were born to a woman who believed that suffering was good for the soul, so you suffered. Your life is a testament to pain. Injuries. Accidents. Some inflicted upon others, others inflicted upon yourself. It surrounds you like a bubble. But it's not real, it's just... It's just something she put in your head. It's something that you want to believe because it means you're the problem, not the world that you live in. You want to believe it because it means that you're bad luck. You're like a cancer that needs to be removed. Because you hear her voice every day and you want her to be right.
All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again.
Don't quote scripture. You don't have the right to use those words.
You kneel before idols, and ask for guidance and you can't see that your destiny's already been written. Each of us plays a role. Each time a different role. Maybe last time I was the interrogator and you were the prisoner. The players change, the story remains the same. And this time, this time, your role is to deliver my soul unto God. Do it for me. It's your destiny. And mine.
Madame President, we are the proud owners of the universe's first bona fide Cylon detector.
Well, that is great news. So... when do we begin?
Doctor Baltar would like to start widespread testing as soon as possible, but there are some serious limitations, because he can only do one person at a time and verification takes hours.
So, who's going to go first?
[thinking for a second] The test... right. I think people in sensitive positions should go first.
I completely agree. How about you?
Excuse me?
If you're a Cylon, I'd like to know.
If I'm a Cylon, you're really screwed. [Adama and Roslin both start laughing.]
Seriously, I do think you should go first. Show everyone in the fleet that they can trust the people at the top.
Well then, maybe YOU should go first. [silence] All right... I'll go first.
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